Timmy and Betty drew pictures
And Timmy got an A
But teacher said to Betty
“Your picture’s not ok.”
Both drew their self portraits
But one was not alright;
Timmy used a black marker
But Betty’s pen was white.
Category Archives: Poems
TV Breakfasts
Mom and Dad both work all day
But when the morning breaks
You should see the breakfast
That Mama somehow makes:
A hundred stacks of pancakes,
Bacon, toast, and jam,
Four glasses of fresh orange juice
And a massive honey ham,
And upon this wondrous bounty
Cometh the kids and Dad
They grab a strawberry and run
And Mom’s not even mad…
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When The Blue Car And The Red Car Are Both Racing Towards The Cliff But You Still Want Your Favorite Color To Win
If we elected a white guy
And he gave cash to everyone white
Most people would agree
That doesn’t seem morally right.
If we elected a black guy
To give cash to everyone black
Society would probably feel
Like their freedom was under attack.
If we elected a woman
Who gave money to everyone female
You can bet she’d receive
Her fair share of nasty email.
And yet we elected some rich guy
Who says “Rich folks aren’t taxed enough yet”
And then all the rich guys get richer
And nobody’s even upset?
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Fashion Magazines
You may think me presumptuous,
Perhaps you’ll think me rude,
But I have to wonder
How women and some gay dudes
Published some airbrushed photos
And said, “This is beauty now,”
And everyone said “Ok, cool.”
But seriously… how?
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In Local News: Dick Trenchcoat Still At Large
I once was in love with a dame
Who, for privacy’s sake, I won’t name.
When I undressed, she shouted,
Which I think is undoubted
Why I had to leave the park. Lame!
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It’s a New Zealand Thing : )
Sometimes, perhaps, you hate your work…
The hours suck, your boss is a jerk,
But one guy who has a job worse than you
Is the weather reporter from Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateapokaiwhenuakitanatahu.
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Dear Oldest Child:
Sometimes when mommy’s frisky
And dad’s not watching porn
They send you on a playdate
And another kid is born.
This new kid is a baby,
Just a lump of hungry fat
That cries and poops and sleeps a lot
And not much more than that.
Luckily for the species
But not luckily for you
That baby will get bigger
And eventually turn two.
At this point, the parents
Who loved you when you were little
Will downgrade you, unknowingly,
To the meanest second fiddle.
They’ll love all over new kid
Because, sadly, the fact is
As the oldest child you are
The one on which they’ll practice.
You will need to get straight A’s…
New kid will soar on C’s.
You will beg for any love…
New kid will just say “please.”
Yes, this seems unfair to you
But someday you will see
That this kid turns invisible
When mom has baby 3.
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Works Cited: History, Personal Experience
I’ve been thinking lately
About a particular query:
“Does anyone know what’s going on?”
And I’ve finally formed a theory.
Here is that newfound theory
I derived from many factors:
“The ones who seem most confident
“Are dumb, or else good actors.”
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Remember 2009? Good Times!
It’s been 6 months since Trump got out
And despite the recent talks
Of hyperinflation, unemployment,
A border crisis, plunging stocks,
A gas pipeline disaster,
Covid deaths yet unabated,
And all the buildings burnt to ash
By those who “demonstrated”
We can all be thankful
That our country’s back on track.
In other news: Pot charged with hate speech
For calling Kettle black.
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The Sound Of Silence
Imagine for a moment
No one ever spoke again.
You think it would be scary…
Either that or very zen.
The real situation
Is somewhere between the two:
It’s just stomachs imitating
Horny whales saying “Howdy do!”
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The Daily Travesty 