A dinosaur wished upon a star:
“I wish the pain would stop!”
The star pulled out its Glock and said
“You’re lucky I’m a cop.”
Category Archives: Poems
When Your Circadian Rhythm Plays Jazz
As we wander, wounded,
Through the world of time and space
We can lie horizontally
With a pillow in our face
And reset the weary burdens
We have gained throughout the day,
Except whenever I try to do so
My brain wakes up to play…
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I Wrote My Mom A Good Poem. This Isn’t It, You Freeloader :-)
I like to think of weird jokes
So I wrote one and hid it.
It’s not a “Yomama” joke
‘Cause then everyone would get it!
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That Climax Be Like…
There was a bomb on main street
Set to blow at 5:08
I pulled up at 5:14
Because the traffic made me late.
I had only seconds left
Before the bomb blew me away
An hour later ’twas defused
And I, the hero, saved the day!
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Anyway
I haven’t been touched like that for a while,
Long enough to forget the taste of a smile,
‘Cause who needs love when you’re in denial anyway?
I couldn’t tell you about my best friend,
Haven’t written letters that I want to send.
What good are people when the world is ending anyway?
Even though I know I lived through the past
I can’t remember when I forgot time last.
Why can’t the years alone go by so fast anyway?
I haven’t been touched like that for a while,
Was living in a life marching single file
‘Cause who needs love when you’re in denial anyway?
Thanks for listening even when it’s tough.
A lot of people need to say this kind of stuff.
Now I feel and I hope that I’ve said enough.
Anyway…
Perhaps?
“Maybe Baby” is an overused rhyme,
So said my love, May Bee.
But I said, “Maybe, May Bee, my baby,
“But be that as it may,
“Maybe let ‘Maybe Baby’ be as it may be.”
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Math Is Hot
Circular houses are warmer
Than square houses, I’ve found;
Square houses are ninety degrees in the corners
But circles are 360 all around!
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Why Poetry Is Art
If, in normal conversations,
It were assumed that one should rhyme
We’d have a better grasp of grammar
And awkward silence a lot of the time.
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Thus Endeth The Renaissance
Her hobbies are dressing provocatively
Then adding a dog’s nose and ears,
Posting pictures of asses to inspire the masses
That love’s always stronger than fears.
My hobbies are murdering aliens
And playing professional ball,
Though I sometimes relax by swinging an ax
And sometimes by catching ’em all.
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