Her skin smells of home
Like a freshly-cooked meal.
Her hair gleams in the sun.
Like a newly mopped floor.
Her eyes are as blue
As just-cleaned toilet water.
Too bad she doesn’t
Live here anymore.
Tag Archives: Humor
Better Travesties – Next Time
Next year I resolve
Not to write these dumb haikus.
Glad it’s still this year!
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“Resolutions,” by M. Night Shyamalan
I resolve in 2016
To become a manly man,
To give compliments to strangers
And save money when I can.
But what I haven’t told you
Is I lure strangers to my house
And spend their money instead of mine,
And, oh yeah! I’m a mouse.
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This Bugs Me
A solid block of milk
Hits a grown up caterpillar
Who bursts into tears.
The butter flies,
The moth bawls.
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The Last “I’m Tired and I Don’t Care Anymore” Poem of 2015 (I Hope)
I’vr* written a lot of bad poems this year,
And this one may be the worst.
It might be good. It might be bad.
I wrote the title first.
*I did notice this typo.
As is my nature, I fixed it.
Then I decidrd** it fit with the theme.
As for my correction… I nixed it.
**This one was completely intentional. Sue me.***
***If you seriously considered this, keep in mind Poetry is a major portion of my income.
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Love in the Time of Gigabytes
I wish that we were pixels
Brought to life by LED.
I wish that ones and zeroes
Were all there was to you and me.
I wish we could reload our save
Whenever we had a fight,
But instead we’ve got reality
To see us through the night.
Our lives would sure be simpler
If the internet had a guide
To tell us what we need to share
And what we need to hide.
We’d get along much better
If you could simply pay
To get extra relationship points…
Oh wait, that’s Valentine’s Day…
I wish that we were perfect.
If I could make it so, I would.
I’m not perfect, nor are you,
But I’m content with good.
Yes, life would be simpler
As little dots of light,
But instead we’ve got reality
And with you, that’s quite alright.
They’re gone until Thanksgiving!
It’s the first day of
It’s the hap, happiest season:
Eleven months without carols.
That is my reason.
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How Many Of Us?
Christmas day
Is almost past.
The next Christmas song
Could be the last.
Santa’s unpacked
His magic sleigh,
Yet the in-laws
Still won’t go away…
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A Constipated Mind
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And things were amiss.
A poet was blocked up
And so he wrote this.
But you’ve all got presents
And family and junk,
So I hope you’ll forgive me
This holiday funk.
And if you lack junk,
Family, and gifts,
Let’s hope that next year
Your luck favorably shifts.
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Chocolate and Jewelry: Done
‘Twas two days before Christmas
And off at the mall
Were all of the husbands
Who dropped the gift ball.
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