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Midnight Foot Warmer

Soft doggy, warm doggy,

You I do implore:

Happy doggy, sleepy doggy,

Please don’t poop at midnight right outside my bedroom door.

Again.

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Bachelor Chow

I made a pizza

With with kale and s’mores,

Sime slightly-burnt Dr. Pepper

And pastrami galore!

Now you mean to say

You ain’t hungry no more?

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Why Is The Seat Still Damp?

Have you heard of zen archery,

Where you shoot straight and narrow

By using all your strength of will

Until you become the arrow?

I used that logic on my roommate

And got him really pissed.

Alas, he’s no zen archer

‘Cause somehow he still missed.

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Unconnected Dots

I ate thirty deep-fried poodles

At the fair three days ago.

My wife of twelve years left me,

But for what I do not know.

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But It’s Organic!

It had an extra leg, I think,

And several extra eyes.

I don’t know how it got into my drink.

Oh look at that… it flies!

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Not Gone

Somewhere in Denmark
Resides a cave
Where those thought to be dead
Live out their lives,

Where Elvis and dinosaurs
Frolic and play
With Erik the Red
And all of his wives.

But most of the caves
Is filled with Red Shirts
And half of the cast
Of “Game of Thrones,”

Along with unknown soldiers,
Shakespearean folk,
And all of the Jedi
Killed by the clones.

The cave’s getting crowded,
So Danes be aware
Of the incoming march
Of the shower-drain hair.

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Not Quite Campbell’s…

Cauldron wide and hungry,

You will be used today.

My stomach growls; It’s rumbly.

My hair is turning gray.

If I don’t make an antidote

For this sickness, oh so grim

Then as a ghost, away I’ll float.

Yes cauldron, let’s begin.

 

First we’ll add some pepper,

then three strong legs of toad.

The teardrops of a lepper,

And dust from a windy road.

We’ll toss in eye of rabbit,

The gizzard of my neighbor,

The vegetables of an abbot,

And the figurative fruits of labor.

 

I toss in something to slicken

The consistency of this great brew.

Then I toss in an extra-large chicken,

And I gaze joyfully at this stew.

Finally, some soap that smells fruity,

And a rhino’s pustulous poop!

My antidote’s the epitome of beauty:

A witch’s homemade chicken soup.

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