THE BIRDS AND THE SHEEP PLAYED A GAME
AND AT FIRST, YEAH, THE BIRDS LOOKED LAME
THEN WE WENT TO OT
AND OH GOOD GOLLY GEE
GIVE RESPECT TO OUR SEAHAWKS’ NAME!
THE BIRDS AND THE SHEEP PLAYED A GAME
AND AT FIRST, YEAH, THE BIRDS LOOKED LAME
THEN WE WENT TO OT
AND OH GOOD GOLLY GEE
GIVE RESPECT TO OUR SEAHAWKS’ NAME!
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If you make some lemon chiffon
Then add escargot and dijon
Then turn up the mixer
You make an elixir
That makes wife cook all meals from now on.
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There once was a dancer whose thighs
Were of the most momentous size.
Picking up girls was easy
And he never seemed sleazy.
Alas, he was just into guys.
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There was an unwanted doodad
That everyone figured was bad
But just for today
We can send it your way
For 10% off. Aren’t you glad?
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They say there’s no “I” in team
Which makes me want to scream
‘Cause there’s no “I” in “eye”
Nor in “aye”, “fly”, “guy”, “spy”,
So it’s not as mundane as would seem.
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To my homeys in Mexico:
Without context, how do you know
If it’s Santa’s bellow
Or a rapper’s Hello
When you read the words “Jo jo jo”?
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The Rams faced off with the Seahawks
Who forgot how to lace up their Reeboks.
The hawks made four kicks
Betwtixt their four picks
And now they’re not Super Bowl 60 locks.
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It’s about this guy who’s a demon
With virile and plentiful… oh lord.
I tried dear, I swear
But I really don’t dare
To review the books that have you screamin’.
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Thanks to a heroic protest
With an anti-monarchical request
I’m happy to say
That as of today
No kings have, our freedom, transgressed.
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There once was a popular singer
Whose love life was put through the ringer.
Her dreams all came true
Yet she still sings to you
About how life still gives her the finger.
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