Yesterday, no poem
Was published upon this site;
No letters marked with blackness
Formed a word against the white.
I wrote no form of humor
That is funny ’cause it’s dumb…
On the one hand, sorry.
On the other, you’re welcome!
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“An Updated Classic” Or “Backstory”
It was one of those days
When you want apple pie
But the waitress is cute
And you’re just too shy.
It’s one of those days
To spend at the riverbank
But when you drive there, the water’s
All stuck in a tank.
You want to hang out
With men who are classy
But good guys are drunk, so you settle
For guys who’re half-assy.
And you and your half-assy
Friends you’ll soon see
Just sit around singing
About mortality.
Oh my my,
I missed the American pie.
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry,
And the good old boys
Were drinking whiskey and rye.
Yeah, I guess this’ll be
The day that I die.
The Missing Poem of June 30th (AKA the Page That Wouldn’t Die)
Eight days ago I wrote
A poem. “What?” you gasp.
I raise my eyebrow at your sarcasm
And then my hands I clasp.
The problem with this poem
Was that I wrote it as a page,
So it did not show up in this feed.
You cannot guess my rage.
So know I’ve fixed the error
And I present for you
The June 30th poem
That you thought had gone askew.
Coworkers:
I hit the nail on the head,
Pound, pound, pound.
I hit the nail many times
And beat it into the ground.
I hammered on that nail
With all my worldly might,
And as I did, I thought of you.
It brought me much delight.
Maybe it was better
That the poem above was lost.
I no longer feel the way I did.
This line rhymes with Faust.
Now mercifully I leave you
Until the Ninth of July.
Thanks again Dear Readers,
And once again, good bye.
On an unrelated, but absolutely true note, this stupid Meta-poem posted itself as a page, rather than a post, twice. It may still be a page. We will see.
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