There once was a potato named Joe
Who forgot how to talk on a show.
He had a sidekick
Who was black and a chick
And what’s that I hear? Overthrow?
There once was a potato named Joe
Who forgot how to talk on a show.
He had a sidekick
Who was black and a chick
And what’s that I hear? Overthrow?
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For a few months my iPhone
Had eight hours of life between charges,
Then the next model released
And my phone bill suddenly enlarges.
Oh, an update to iOS x+1?
That sounds like an important step.
Did it drop my battery life by 20 percent?
Unsurprisingly, that’s a big “yep”.
“It’s ok”, says my telephone rep.
“You can upgrade today for free.
“You’ll just change your phone number
“And sign here in blood
“And pay for 69 months interest-free!”
And so, in a rage, I go shopping
For whatever Android people buy,
Then I remember how all my app data
Only works if my phone has an “i”
And I slink to my room where my charger
Sits happily waiting to go.
I’ll repeat this emotional process
Every year for a lifetime or so.
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There was an affordable city
That wasn’t all dirty and shitty.
Then it made the news
And earned plenty of views
And Californians are coming… a pity!
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Barbecue at work.
Brought wieners and hot fresh buns.
Now I’m unemployed.
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The Gardens of Butchart are marvelous,
A sprawling Canadian eden
Where flowers abound over hillock and mound
And employees spend all their day’s weedin’.
The Gardens are themed geographically,
With Italian and Japanese spaces
And the gelato shop sold, for $8 a pop,
Icy treats to put smiles on faces.
Nearby was the Butterfly Garden
With bugs, birds, turtles, and more
And you could just sit as the butterflies flit
And the lizards abound on the floor.
Overall, ‘twas a wonderful venture
Into flora and fauna domestic.
If you find yourself in Victoria too
Both sites are grand and majestic.
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I think if I were an animal
I’d be a sea anemone
Because they’re not a popular animal
And I like to be left alone.
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When you read a job application
And ask what the position pays
And the interviewer says “It’s minimum wage
“But each year there’s a 3-percent raise!”
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The Seahawks were back on the field
With a brand new head coach that we wield.
This is so nee and awesome!
Wait? Our D’s still a possum?
And yep, seems our fate is still sealed.
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I have a cat named Marshmallow.
He’s fat, lazy, stupid, and more.
I urge you to write him on your ballot
For president, 2024.
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