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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Mr. Mediocre Picks His Weekend Companions
Some people are winners,
Champions, doers,
Cheerful, successful,
Real woo-hooers.
Some people get up
At 5:00 am every day
And go run a mile,
Cut some wood, write a play.
Some people become
The world’s best at their craft.
They’re prom kings and queens
Who’re picked first in the draft.
And then there are people
Who are dumb, weak, and stout
And for self-esteems sake
They’re with whom I’ll hang out.
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I Like The Tender Types
I flipped a coin. It landed heads.
I flipped again. It landed tails.
One or the other every time-
It is a trick that never fails.
I asked eight girls “wanna do it?”
Four of the girls thought it was funny
The others got a guy to dent my skull.
This is why people are attracted to money.
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Warning: This Poem Contains Homophonic Content. Reader Discretion Is Advised
I paid for the Italian festival,
A fair fair fare.
They had many exhibitions
Like a rare bare bear.
But when I tried to exit
I found myself trapped
By some drummers- a snare snare.
My pants almost were crapped
But thankfully I hadn’t
Eaten in the recent past
For just a short time.
‘Twas quite a fast fast.
My pants uncrapped, I
Did home in on my home
It was a long way away
As I’d been roamin’ in Rome.
I ran past the drummers
With a minimal fight.
The road forked three ways
But I took the right right.
They pursued me with insects,
Their mightiest mites
For several bishopy evenings
And several more knighty nights.
No, the fair wasn’t fair,
Nor was it even even
But I bested their best
And escaped without grievin’.
In the end I lost money,
But it was a fine fine
‘Cause the memories will last
Longer than the lion line.
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When/If I Find Love
I reserved us a table
At Chez Fantastique,
Unparalleled class,
Unquestionably chic.
I wanted to give
Only the best to you,
But alas with me
Guess a dinner will do.
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Take The April Out And We’re Set
I think April Fool’s Day
Is a fantastic plan.
What better month than April
To celebrate the average man?
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Tell Me With A Straight Face This Is Better Than My Usual Crap… I Dare You
While in the misty sunrise
The cooing birds
Smile like butterflies
So I made weak
By trickling hearts
Dot my i’s
With scarlet
Just kidding
I dot them in green
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