Tag Archives: Humor

Columbus

Longitude and latitude

Give me a nasty attitude.

Forget the maps to India.

Let’s just with the wind, ya?

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Perception of Eternity

Time is not eternal:

It will someday go away,

And we’ll be left in timelessness

For eternity to stay.
Time is not eternal:

We’ve only got today,

But luckily we have meetings

To make it feel that way.

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Ice Cream

Neoplitan:

I just eat the chocolate part.

What does that make me?

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Before Showers

Tepid waters of my bath

Invoke in me a primal wrath,

But as I move to strike them down

I’m shown to be a simple clown,
For where I strike, the water bends.

This is where my childhood ends,

For no more baths shall I take.

Instead, I go swimming in a lake.

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Kids These Days

Plodding, panting, galivanting

Amidst the grassy park.

I see a cat. I don’t like that

So I conjure up a bark.
The cat runs off. I’m satisfied

And so I pee and drool.

Then mommy puts the leash back on

And we drive off to school.

 

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Chemistry

The “boom” at the end of the year

Was the doom of my teaching career.

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Distractions

Distractions are a reality.

Of life, they’re an integral part.

You must always be careful

To finish what you

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The Enjambment Haiku

This is a debauch-

Ery of an old Japan-

Ese poetry style.

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Make Of It What You Will

The dragon did think

It’d be cool to have ink

And so decided, “what the heck?”

The jungle cat, too,

Got a tattoo

Of a human on it’s neck.

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The Obligatory Mom Poem (Love Ya Mom!)

My mom is great, amazing, fine,

Perfect and extraordinary.

I’m grateful to her for all she does

And not naming me “Norman Harry.”
My mom is splendid, glorious, good,

Supremely radiant and such.

She supports my rhyming habits,

Even if it’s a bit too much.
My mom is strong and good-looking

And her children are above average.

She’s a fixture of nature,

Like a coral reef or lava-ridge.
My mom’s terrific, pretty good,

And her favorite color is purple.

She’s cuter than a bumblebee

And sweeter than maple-surple.
There are so many adjectives

That my mother can be.

She changed the world a thousandfold

By giving birth to me.

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