Category Archives: Poems

Tonight Both Actually Apply

Sometimes I love writing poems;

Of that there is no doubt.

But sometimes I’m like a single mom on welfare

Just tryin’ to crank another one out.

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Dear Everyone Who Has Ever Been On A Plane, A Bus, A Train…

If you don’t know what to say

You needn’t speak. It’s okay!

It’s only silence… don’t be scared.

Besides, odds are that no one cared.

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Mad Libs: Nature’s Gift To Difficult-To-Rhyme Words

Their humor’s derived

From the cognitive dissonance

From grammatical consistency

Despite nonsensical words.

Some think they’re contrived,

But some say they’re ____________.

I think they’re _____________

But then again I like nerds.

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Advice To Passive-Aggressive Discussers Of All Things Political

Instead of intelligent conjecture

Or giving your opponent a lecture…

Just say “Hitler was right”

And boom! Have a fight.

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Another Once-Great Species Ruined

There once was an African lion

Who was handsome and noble and clever.

He wanted his head to be put on a wall

So he could be admired forever.

Alas, some American vegans

Made a law that to hunt him was banned

So know he stays home in the evenings

And watches MGM films on demand.

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It Started So Well…

You need rain to make a rainbow.

You need rain to make a plant grow.

You need rain to have water fall from the sky

And that, gals and gents, is how inspirational quotes die.

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After Monkeys Throw Down

Monkey see monkey doo.

Monkey cleans up monkey poo.

Monkey reminds, for everyone’s sake

That difference a comma and an “o” can make.

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You Won’t Believe The Monkey’s Side Of The Story!

As we ran around the Mulberry bush

I thought that all was well.

Then the weasel was all like “Pop!”

And I was like “Dude, what the Hell?”

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California, Son

I wish I could go to the beach

Without hearing the word “impeach,”

Could drive my car for quite a while

And go more than a half a mile,

Could say the word “black”

And not draw stares.

It’s where everything matters

But nobody cares.

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Hi Debbie!

If you were a prescription drug

I’d call you Trilambdakrip

Because the word is meaningless

Just like our relationship.

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