A poem without rhyming’s
Like a cheeseburger without cheese,
A BLT with no tomato,
A bowl of carrots without peas.
A poem without rhyming
Lacks flavor and synergy
But alas I’m on a diet
And must cut whatever calories I can…
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(And I Don’t Think It’s Fair)
Tonight we lose an hour
Which I don’t think is fair.
It’s like somebody skipped the end of a poem
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Tech Support
Sometimes a customer writes me to say
“I wish that your product would do things this way.”
I like to tell them “Hey, let’s clear the air:
“The problem’s between your keyboard and chair.”
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Hey, it’s been like 90 days since I was this lame, so you’re welcome 😋
I worked 13 hours today
So a two line poem is a-ok.
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Even The Tyrants Realize This Is Dumb
This Saturday the mask mandate
Expires in my state,
So people must be healthy
Like the records indicate…
And yet today was Wednesday
And I will surely die, since
I took my mask off early
And I happen to trust science.
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A Lousy Ending To A Legend, And This Poem
There once was a QB named Russell
Who out of Seattle did hustle.
So now I’m stuck
‘Cause the phrase “Now we suck”
In no way or shape rhymes with Russell.
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Strawberry Girl
Strawberry girl who smiled at me,
I can’t help but wonder who it is you see.
Is it a ghost? In your heart I haunt
With illusory promise of all that you want;
Or is it a man who won’t stop the fight
To find you? Which one of us brings you delight?
Strawberry girl who gave me a kiss,
When we’re apart which me do you miss?
Is it the thought of the way that you feel
Like each moment we are is too sweet to be real;
Or is it the man protecting the bruise
Someone left on his heart? Which me will you choose?
Strawberry girl who held me one day,
I will be your man, whether mortal or fey;
A dream or a person, a prayer or a mind;
Someone to be cherished or else left behind.
You are a woman, but also a thought,
And I’ll be your man whether you’re here or not.
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Ah, School…
Remember the days when you thought
Whether you’d be successful or not
Was dependent on if you were right
About whether it’s stalagmite or stalactite?
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I Promise To Make Other People Swear To Tell The Truth…
Doctors take the Hippocratic oath;
That’s what my teacher said.
On the test I wrote “Hypocritical oath”
But that’s what lawyers take instead.
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No Comment On The Cutty Things
Look at the stone, all majestic and gray;
It makes mountains strong and foundations stay.
Stone can be gems or statues or a castle
And if you think paper beats them, then you are an assh’le.
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The Daily Travesty 