Once upon a time
There lived a lovely dame
Who got stolen by a dragon
Which she thought was pretty lame.
No one came to rescue her
Cause didn’t need no man.
The princes stayed at home
And got flabby eating flan.
Category Archives: Poems
Why Honesty Is A Dying Virtue
People these days
Are way too PC.
Take my friend (who for privacy
And rhyming’s sake we’ll call “B”).
B got offended
When I said “poop and pee.”
Even so, it’s still what
Her dinner tasted like to me.
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My Ex, Why Z?
She’s a glass doll made of plastic,
A silent symphony,
A baby butterfly
But not a caterpillar, see.
She’s the sense of satisfaction
Men don’t get from buying shoes.
She’s a pomegranate seed,
But just the part without the juice.
She’s nonfat butter ice cream.
She’s that feeling of “just woke up.”
She’s everything and nothing
Which is probably why we broke up.
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Rufus (Street Fighter IV)
750 pounds
Of animated lard
Who beats the crap out of little girls
And thinks it’s really hard.
He does a six-foot vertical jump
And a pirouette in the air.
Now I need to insert coins…
Life sure isn’t fair.
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Just Because I Can’t Take It With Me Doesn’t Justify Your Shenanigans, Kevin!
If I were to die tomorrow
And my body just rotted away
And I lived as a ghost
With no body for a host
Even though I never got all old and gray
I would be irked. That’s certain.
But I think that as I crossed the bridge
From Earth to Hell or Heaven
I’d think of my roommate Kevin
And hope he wouldn’t steal my food out of the fridge.
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But He Pronounced It Like “Hwipped”
Cream’s wife asked him
To go to the store.
Cream’s wife’s husband obeyed
Without asking what for.
Cream’s wife’s husband’s friend
Saw how the scales tipped
And he said to cream
“My God man, you’re whipped!”
‘Cause Like Wow And Stuff
You know that thing
Where everything’s
Like dude and stuff’s like whoa?
Well today was that
But like yo and stuff.
How did your day go?
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This Snowman Had An Unusual Dream; You Won’t Believe His Request To Humanity!
I am an April snowman,
The last one of my kind.
My death is unavoidable
But honestly I don’t mind.
Death as I perceive it
Ain’t as bad as it might seem
Since to be a soggy carrot
Has, since childhood, been my dream.
Alas, I’m in Alaska
In the yukon, year-tound cold.
I’ve been around since Lincoln
Or so the story’s told.
My dreams seem unachievable
And thus I beg of you:
Please defund the EPA
And emit that CO2!
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Perfection’s Exception
The rules say nothing’s perfect,
That all things have their flaws,
But I’m pretty sure that pancakes
Always disobey such laws.
The other perfect things
As my reckoning would go
Are unfixed wrestling matches
And Las Vegas’ August snow.
Since the things I mentioned
More than likely don’t exist
I rest my case for pancakes.
(Let me know if there’s something I missed).
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The Daily Travesty 