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“I wish the pain would stop!”
The star pulled out its Glock and said
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Tag Archives: Humor
When Your Circadian Rhythm Plays Jazz
As we wander, wounded,
Through the world of time and space
We can lie horizontally
With a pillow in our face
And reset the weary burdens
We have gained throughout the day,
Except whenever I try to do so
My brain wakes up to play…
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I Wrote My Mom A Good Poem. This Isn’t It, You Freeloader :-)
I like to think of weird jokes
So I wrote one and hid it.
It’s not a “Yomama” joke
‘Cause then everyone would get it!
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That Climax Be Like…
There was a bomb on main street
Set to blow at 5:08
I pulled up at 5:14
Because the traffic made me late.
I had only seconds left
Before the bomb blew me away
An hour later ’twas defused
And I, the hero, saved the day!
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Perhaps?
“Maybe Baby” is an overused rhyme,
So said my love, May Bee.
But I said, “Maybe, May Bee, my baby,
“But be that as it may,
“Maybe let ‘Maybe Baby’ be as it may be.”
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Math Is Hot
Circular houses are warmer
Than square houses, I’ve found;
Square houses are ninety degrees in the corners
But circles are 360 all around!
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Why Poetry Is Art
If, in normal conversations,
It were assumed that one should rhyme
We’d have a better grasp of grammar
And awkward silence a lot of the time.
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Thus Endeth The Renaissance
Her hobbies are dressing provocatively
Then adding a dog’s nose and ears,
Posting pictures of asses to inspire the masses
That love’s always stronger than fears.
My hobbies are murdering aliens
And playing professional ball,
Though I sometimes relax by swinging an ax
And sometimes by catching ’em all.
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OI?
Someone told me
R*pe jokes aren’t funny.
I said, “You’re right, they’re knot.”
The time wasn’t ripe
To leave anyone hanging,
So I used a different * than they thought.
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Six Feet Apart
I saw you in your sweatpants
And your Hello Kitty mask.
Yours was the sort of presence
In which a man might bask,
But basking’s off the table
Even though it breaks my heart.
I’ll just have to admire you
From at least six feet apart!
Yeah you were hauling groceries
Into your healthy home
From which, save for essentials,
You could not, for some time, roam.
You made my dreams come true just by
Returning from the mart.
With this telescope it doesn’t seem
Like we’re six feet apart!
And when you spend your days inside
Just watching your TV
No one in your house wears pants
Which means there’s room for me.
I send you morse-code love notes
And order food for you a la carte,
Just my way of making contact
When we’re stuck six feet apart!
Now you might think I’m creepy,
That I’ve gone a bit too far
By buying you a drink
After the feds shut down the bar,
But no one will arrest me
Just for causing you a start
‘Cause they’re emptying the prisons
To keep the crooks six feet apart!
So smile on your Zoom call
And when you’re making crepes,
And smile most of all
When Amazon brings your new drapes.
I made you covet COVID
‘Cause it gave you the head start
That you needed to ensure that we
Remain six feet apart!
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The Daily Travesty 