Category Archives: Poems

I Could Go On, But I Don’t Want To Peacock

I wish we called colors by animal names

Because it’s infinitely more awesome

To paint a car shark instead of just grey

Or pour cream ‘til your coffee is possum.

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Limerick for a Job Interview

There once was a gap in a resumé

That occurred when the candidate was away

‘Cause when you’ve had enough crap

Turns out a resumé gap

Can be just what you need. Okay?

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An Accurate Portrayal Of Tension Is Limited By The Medium Of Expression

I’m on bad wifi

Trying to publish a post

But I think it might…

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Root Beer

It’s brown, sweet, and bubbly

With plenty of fuzz

And it foams when you pour it

‘Cause that’s what it does.

But why I really love it

Is it’s the only thing that never

Appears in advertisements

Anywhere, ever!

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The Origin Store-y

There once was a farmer

Who started a battered women’s shelter

For cows, and it was so full

That out of the stables

They sold books for profit

And that’s how you got Barns and No-Bull.

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Man’s Favorite Hobby

Sometimes you go to the bathroom

To just get away from it all

Or sometimes you make a poop

That’s the color of Darth Maul.

They both take about the same time

To finish, which is alright.

I did one while writing this poem

So you’re welcome. Now good night.

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A Political Prodigy

I think my daughter will be president

Because she’s only three years old

And already knows how to tell everyone

To shut up and do as they’re told.

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Softball Questions

There once was a baseball glove

Who, with a human, fell in love.

You may doubt, but I’ll confirm it:

They lived together, but he’s a her mitt.

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The Masculine Dilemma

I could pay money every month

To have access to a gym

Where I lift heavy objects

To feel pain within my limb

And when the lifting’s over

I can climb or bike or run

On a machine that makes it possible

To never feel done

Then I can take my clothes off

In a public locker room

And eat vegetables for breakfast…

Or I can stay home and play Doom.

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My First Bachelor Party (True Story)

I ate a lot of sushi

And I drove a lot of miles

And played a lot of board games

And enjoyed a lot of smiles

And now I’m in a Lexus

Writing poems on my phone

And so far I’ve only said one thing

For which I must atone…

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