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Yes, This Poem Is Meaningless. That’s The Point (Or Is It? bum Bum BUUUUUUUUUUM!!!)

There once was a fellow name Mao

And nobody’s quite certain how

Without any trepidation

He subverted expectation

And that’s how you Hollywood now.

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Cologne Options

Fresh cut french fries,

Lavender breeze,

Dusty sweat after a ballgame,

The salt of the seas,

Lime, peaches, and sunflowers,

Grandma’s garlic spaghetti:

Yet you decided to spritz on

“Testosterone Yeti.”

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The Woke Agenda’s Fatal Flaw

One of the problems with globalism

Is that some Scandinavian guy named Anders

Is going to meet a muslim guy named Salaam

And a third party will greet them both

By shouting “Salaam, Anders!”

And some guy terrified of reptiles

Will sue for emotional damages.

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When Life Gives You Mucus, Make Poetry

I’m still sick after 96 hours,

Plentiful pills, and hot, steamy showers.

I feel lousy, and still poems I write

So give me some pity likes! And with that, good night.

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Really Strained For That Rhyme… But Seriously! I Want Meat With Little Pits For The Syrup!

They have hot dogs; they have buns.

They have lunch meat; they have pancakes.

The equivalence I want to know:

What sort of meat a pair with waffles makes.

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Don’t Do Drugs… Or Poetry

If I had a chicken

Made of a golden laser beam

I’d think the Altoids that I bought

Were not as they would seem…

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Green Power Meets Greek Power

A giant electric windmill met Sisyphus

And asked, “Do you like music, man?”

Sisyphus said, “Anything but rock and roll.”

The turbine said, “I’m a big metal fan.”

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Based On Actual Song Lyrics

Doowop, doowop.

Doowop bebop shadooby.

Wicky-wicky, chicka-chicka,

Doowoppa scooby dooby.

Boobop, baddop,

Badoppawop pizazz!

If you think this poem’s stupid

Then you REALLY must hate jazz.

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African Chant (My First Attempt)

I think African people

Should name more children “Enad”

‘Cause then people would ask

“Where’s your kid?”

And then Enad would walk in

And people would say “Hi Enad”

And the parents would get upset

Because they think their kid got hyena’d

But then they’d realize the irony

And laugh

And laugh

And laugh some more

Because they were the real hyenas all along.

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Watch… It’ll Be A Baby Name Too In 2035

A fantasy author was getting tired

Of calling things dragons, and so he hired

A marketing guru and said “Hey, it’s lame

“That all of these dragons have the same name!”

So the marketing guru sat down and thought

That people didn’t use “Y” quite a lot,

So he proposed the namesWyvern and Wyrm

And both those became an acceptable term.

Alas, Mr. writer will probably live

Long enough for his stories to give

The inevitable climax, the ultimate sin:

A book where the monster is spelled as “Dragyn”.

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