Category Archives: Poems

Choice of the FedEx Driver

I could park my truck

And walk up to the house

And place a package on the door

Or hand it to a spouse.

I also have the option

To relive my high school ways

And chuck a 40-yard touchdown

With whatever peasants buy these days…

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Hark! I, The Bard, Doth Telleth Of Some Happenings That Art Off The Hook, Yo!

“Once upon a time…”

Is the ye olde way to say

“Get a load of this…”

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U OK, UK?

Everyone’s welcome in dear old England

Regardless of color or race

But if you think memes are amusing

It’s best that you don’t show your face.

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Kids These Days…

My parents were trees;

I’m a cone that you step on

To make crackle sounds.

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Secretary Of War

At the Battle of Thermopylae

480 BC

299 Spartans

Marched to meet Xerxes.

Meanwhile, Jeffichus the imprecise

Was tasked with taking the minutes

Instead of marching into war

‘Cause it’s close enough to 300, innit?

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Line. Breaks. Matter.

As I drive down the highway

I see dozens of signs:

Slower

Traffic

Keep

Right

Right

Lane

Ends

Adopt a

Highway

Litter

Control

And I think to myself

“These sign writers are overdoing the enjambment.”

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Health Class Paid Off

Body builder said

“Feel my upper back”, but I

Knew it was a trap.

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Sincerely, Men

Women talk about

Other women talking ‘bout

Other women. Why?

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Dream Jobs

The zookeeper likes animals

But ends up shoveling poo.

The librarian likes books

But tells the homeless people “shoo”.

The teacher wants to help kids

But the principal says no.

The customer service rep

Ran out of dreams three shifts ago.

Meanwhile, in my living room

I turn my camera off on Zoom

And watch Youtube while bosses talk

Of how to raise the price of stock.

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The Old Greats Are Always Surpassed By Modern Marvels

Frankenstein reflects

That his monster has nothing

On the kid you made.

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