Everything is food to something
And food is a wonderful gift
So don’t think too much about presents
And embrace your omnivorous thrift.
Effort Is Returning…
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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Effort Is For Those Who Sleep
Roses are red,
My life is busy.
Good night, and may all
Of your sodas be fizzy.
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…and the F-Beech-I
I have been informed
“Tree Hunger Games are not real”
By the Tree-I-A
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One Will Be Chosen…
In the world of trees
Is Christmas the Hunger Games?
Asking for a friend…
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A Truth As Old As Time
Playing notes quickly
Does not make you musical…
But is does get views
When People Ask Why I Keep Writing
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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When You Try REAALLY Hard To Make The Punchline Work
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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Why Is Jaws A Franchise?
So the shark attacked
And killed lots of people who
Went back three more times?
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Life = Short
Everything is fatal
If you do it long enough.
That’s why I sit on the couch
And write poems and stuff.
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