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Tickle Culture

You’re a bad human being,
Not because of what you do,
But because you have fingers.
I’ll prove it to you.

But first a few facts
From an uncited source:
Sixty percent of ticklish marriages
End in divorce.

If that’s not enough,
Let the record show
Ninety-nine percent of victims
Are tickled by someone they know.

Just because you don’t tickle
Doesn’t wash you of guilt.
Look around? Don’t you see
The tickle culture you’ve built.

But after writing this
Everything stays the same.
All I’m seeking to do
Is impose fear and shame.

If I succeeded,
I am one happy elf.
If I didn’t, you’re evil.
Go tickle yourself.

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In The Long Run

I broke my all time record
In the 100 meter dash.
I was a wild jungle cat,
And faster than the flash,

And yet I came in second place
‘Cause I misunderstood the rules.
That’s why I ran a 5K
In a minute thirty-two.

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Dasher’s Passion

Her pulse quickened,
Her face blushed,
As the huskies ran
And the drivers mushed.

And as they raced
Under skies of blue
She envied them so
And her heart raced too.

Alas, she was employed
In a sled pulling occupation,
At the head of Santa’s flying pack
Giving gifts across the nation.

And so when Rudolph came along
And usurped her lofty place,
No one could explain her smile
Until she left to join the race.

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Uncomfortable Jokes

We make jokes about things
That make us uncomfortable
Like excrement, sex, farts, and lawyers.

I’m inclined to question
Why there aren’t more jokes
About child birth, plastic chairs, and employers.

Perhaps it’s because
We can’t get the jokes out,
Or they’re just a pain in the ass

Or maybe it’s that,
Though your skills are impressive,
This time they’re going to pass.

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Too Many Good Things

I can think of many reasons
That Friday is the king of days.
It comes before the weekend,
Which are the only better days.

But if every day were Friday,
Then weekends would never come,
And if every day were Saturday
We’d only work weekends, which is dumb.

If every day were Friday
We’d just have to call it “day.”
Perhaps the week is fine
In its own obnoxious way.

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Ycjfrdnkigfgi

Ycjfrdnkigfgj
Means nothing to you
But it means a lot to me.

It means that my mind
Was so full of ycjfrdnkigfgi
That I found it hard to write poetry.

So if your not inspired
Take my example
And turn “nothing” into anything at all.

You choose the meaning
Of the nonsense you see,
Which I think is pretty darn tlpwgueall.

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I Once Had a Cow…

Udders and spots and bells and poo:
These are the things that remind me of you.
And whenever I miss your voice or your smile
I drink some milk and remember a while.

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Not* an Indirect Rant Towards Someone Who Needs to Read This… A Lot

Most people I know are selfish;
Not greedy, just focused on “me.”
What they don’t understand is the concept
That there are other fish in the sea.

Moreover they try to persuade
By saying “this would help me a lot.”
But unless you’re in love or in debt
Help the other guy, your thing does not.

So think when you ask for a favor
“What is in it for them.”
It will deflate tour head for a while,
And from small heads do all good things stem.

*This absolutely is.

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Memorial Day

Today we honor those who died
By doing what they would have done.
We barbecue and drink a few
And hopefully sit in the sun.

And perhaps you visit some graves
And leave your flowers, coins, or tears
To remember the brave who served
Over many hundreds of years.

But we also ought to recall
The causes that lead to each war.
Ask if the state of our nation
Was what all those headstones fought for.

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Best Mom in History

This day, 60 years ago
My dearest Mom was born,
Her infant eyes already wise,
Her heart devoid of scorn.

She gazed upon the world
And I know just what she thinkt:
“I hope these fantastic dinosaurs
Will never go extinct.”

16 years later was her first job
Bottling wine and building pyramids.
She’s had a lot of jobs since then
(You might say she’s had myriads).

A smaller number of years ago,
(Precisely 23),
My mother gave birth to the warmup kid
Who she had three years before me.

And when I was born, her lengthy life
Was instantly fulfilled.
I love you ma, and T-Rex agrees,
Even though by a meteor he was killed.

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