Certain things sound like
Exactly what they mean
Like soy latte, pumpernickel,
Kitty, spoof, and spleen.
Other words were chosen
Without their meaning in mind
Like crepe, seizure, pumpernickel,
And the “pay me” version of “fine.”
Tag Archives: Humor
When Poetry Doesn’t Pay The Bills (Also, But My Books)
Today I made money
By performing tasks.
That’s why this poem’s late and bad
In case anybody asks.
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Another Win For Airport Security
Bob and Jim were terrorists
With three-ounce bottles of shampoo.
Steve and Josh were anarchists
And they each had some shampoo too.
They made a bomb to kill some folks
By pooling all of their shampoo
And they would have succeeded
If Dan, with the nail clippers, had gotten through.
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You Can’t Fail If You Don’t Try
In a horror movie
A main character will die.
In an animated movie
Someone’s probably going to fly.
In any recent Disney movie
Someone’ll be the token gay.
In a romantic comedy
No one marries their fiancee.
In a movie with a heist
Someone will dance under lasers.
In a movie set at college
The new kid will meet hazers.
In fantasies, a hero
Will be to a dragon born,
And that’s why I don’t mind
When there is not a plot in porn.
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Success Is A Choice
Somewhere past the mountains,
O’er the river, by the glade
Is a land of fame and fortune
Where a fellow might get laid.
Somewhere by my bedside
There’s chocolate cake and beer
And a whole day to play Skyrim
So my choice is pretty clear.
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Did You Read The New Twilight Spinoff?
I’m proud to be half-centaur
And so are my sister and brother.
We have human legs
And a centaur’s torso
And a very satisfied mother.
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Now Things Are Getting Escalated
I have a confession to make
I’m guilty of a crime:
I stole a staircase yesterday.
I took it one step at a time.
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Dear People Whose Paintings Hang On The Walls Of Banks And Hotels…
Some people think art
Is how the heart speaks
And I think the heart’s saying
“Dude, your paint bottle leaks.”
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They Conquered Chess… Now They Conquer Your Newsfeed?
You may be scared the internet
Is written by a Russian bot,
But what you should be frightened of
(And probably are not)
Is that, if Russian bots can write
These posts (and if they do)
That a cold, mindless automaton
Is more informed than you.
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Wake Me Up When September Ends
Some may think it’s pretty neat,
But I just think its’s strange,
That there are people in the street
Protesting climate change,
Demanding that reality
Conform to how they view it
And thinking politicians
Have the tools with which to do it.
Meanwhile, folks RSVP’ed
To commit a federal crime
Via Facebook, storming Area 51.
(This stanza ends with a rhyme)
I think that this September
Is as dumb as a month can get,
But then I smile and remember…
It hasn’t ended yet.
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