I think the moon is angry
(An observation and a warning)
Because everyone says “Goodnight Moon”
But they never say “Good morning.”
I think the moon is angry
(An observation and a warning)
Because everyone says “Goodnight Moon”
But they never say “Good morning.”
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When you refuse my kiss
I feel something’s amiss.
When you deny my peck
I think “What the heck?”
When you dodge my caress
I feel some duress.
When you deny being osculated
I feel emosculated.
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A group of owls is a congress,
A group of crows, a murder.
Anything else just call a flock
And you’ll pass as a birder.
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Every lovely girl I meet
Reminds me of what I dreamt:
That I would bring them home with me
As someone neat and kempt
But by the time the night, once young,
Is now a morning younger
I shall inspire in the girl
An animalistic hunger,
And in the dark of night we’ll join,
Two bodies, bare and lithe;
Two sides, one body, like a coin,
And ‘til the dawn we’ll writhe.
So it happened with a girl
When she and I were new.
She wore not more than sun-kissed skin
And didn’t have a clue.
I brought her to the place I call
My home, but I soon saw she
Was more inclined to eat my fruit
Than make a man of me.
As she bit the apple, I
Was filled with a vengeful thought;
If I could not catch that girl’s eye
So too other men would not.
I tensed my body, spouting curses
And made all men to come
Be mocked for wanting to be nurses
And also bald and dumb.
God saw what I did to man
And said, “Ok, that’s fair.”
Then he made chilbirth hurt, and
Other bits about which I don’t care.
Basically the point I’m making
Is if you’re a dude who feels cursed
Your girl probably rejected Satan
And her punishment is still worse.
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Since I’m now in the habit
Of poems that are quick:
Whoever named Sperm Whales
Was really a dick.
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The tiger is a fancy beast
That thinks of you as Fancy Feast.
If you’re not a fan of dyin’
You should only hug a lion.
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When I was a child
I had a lot of fun
Playing a mosquito
As I drank my CapriSun.
Now I’m nine-feet-tall and rich
And so hot it’s not funny
So, CapriSun, please send me
Stuff that doesn’t cost me money.
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Brevity is a virtue…
Perfect rhyming too
I have one of those
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Today I drove home on a road full of cracks
Past a tent city filled with the needy
To hear how the state gave 85 billion
To terrorists, but somehow I’m greedy?
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Tonight I went to Alaska
In my imagination
For a very lively
Nine-minute vacation.
The reason that I took
Was to say that it’s alright
And my daily streak’s unbroken
Thanks to an imaginary flight.
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