Faete and magick
Are maede better
By the adding of
Anothere letter.
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The Cat In The Lap
‘Twas a quiet day in the house
And a good day to be a mouse
For as the sly poet tried to come up with crap
The cat on the floor flew onto his lap.
“Hello there kitty,” the poet did shout
As the cat proceeded to let its hair all fall out.
The poet spoke more and stroked it’s blonde fur,
And the cat licked itself and mumbled a purr.
Then the poet’s appointment, confirmed as it was,
Took precedence over the self-licking fuzz.
And so he departed, and the cat in the lap
Lay down in his sheddings for his apathy nap.
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Goverment
Plan A didn’t work,
Nor did B, C, or D.
And as plan X fails,
I think “Maybe it’s me?”
Plan Y is a dud,
And so is plan Z.
So I try plan A again,
Saying “Nah, couldn’t be.”
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Maybe Tomorrow I’ll Have A Topic
Some days before going to bed
A little voice speaks in your head:
“Write something funny
“Without sex, dogs, or money,”
And so you write limericks instead.
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Safety Tip
‘Twas three weeks since start of fall
And I heard a siren’s call
And, despite cries of protest,
Drove where the siren led.
Now I surely can attest
I was deserving of arrest.
Next time I hear a siren
I’ll pull over instead.
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Enough With The Predators!
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my.
These are sports teams, yes, but why
Isn’t there a team named after
An animal that inspires laughter?
Chicago Squid? Seattle Seagulls?
New York Newts? Boston Beagles?
Who wants to see the ducklings hit it!
I sure so! I just don’t get it.
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It All Ends Here
“Where should we sit?” I ask.
She says “Anywhere.”
So I sit in the corner,
And she says “but not there.”
So we move to the middle,
Which she doesn’t like too much.
We sat outside, but the people
Were bums, singers, and such.
We walked out to Jamaica,
And she seemed ok with that,
And I went back to the corner
With a tip of my “are you really wearing that” hat.
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