“What” is what you say
When what’s said’s said in a way
Where the said and heard are separate
But you’d like to have your say,
But if you say “what” too often
And you know what’s what, you’ll say
Not “what”, for what more can you say,
But instead you’ll say “okay.”
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Everything is food to something
And food is a wonderful gift
So don’t think too much about presents
And embrace your omnivorous thrift.
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Roses are still red,
My business is finished,
And now I will sleep
For my stress is diminished.
Violets are purple,
My stanzas are two,
And I hope that you have
A most peaceful night too.
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Roses are red,
My life is busy.
Good night, and may all
Of your sodas be fizzy.
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I have been informed
“Tree Hunger Games are not real”
By the Tree-I-A
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In the world of trees
Is Christmas the Hunger Games?
Asking for a friend…
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Playing notes quickly
Does not make you musical…
But is does get views
One day, organized crime
Will decide that now is the time
To launder some money
Through low art that is funny
And also just happens to rhyme.
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Superman came flying down
And handed me an Out.
He said, “I’ll be back before tomorrow”
But I had considerable doubt,
So I struck Superman with my knee
And I’m feeling perfectly right;
I kneed a hero
I’m holding Out for a hero ’til the end of the night.
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So the shark attacked
And killed lots of people who
Went back three more times?
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