We’re locked in our houses
Away from the world,
Sanitizing ourselves
As our lives come unfurled.
As we wipe down possessions
The thing I don’t get
Is why “Spring Cleaning” jokes
Aren’t popular yet.
We’re locked in our houses
Away from the world,
Sanitizing ourselves
As our lives come unfurled.
As we wipe down possessions
The thing I don’t get
Is why “Spring Cleaning” jokes
Aren’t popular yet.
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I remember my dog
That I had as a lad.
We’d go to the water
And I’d swim with him.
I named him Covallion
Cause I thought it sounded hot.
Turns out he was a girl
So he/she became FeFe.
Cov/Fefe and I
Would eat cake by the lake.
Probably wasn’t healthy for her
But she’d still eat. It was neat!
Then Cov/Fefe died.
How she ate… It was fate.
This poem’s depressing,
But so’s the meme, it would seem.
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Tomorrow is the fateful day
Where 45% of America shouts “hooray”
And the major event will be watching those
Who will not be watching the new Pres’s prose.
Tomorrow the meme will in the white house sit
And whether you smile or snarl or spit
You have to admit (or at least you should)
Until 2020 Twitter’s gonna be good.
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Slap a chicken with a fish-
You may do that if you wish.
Put a baby in a pot-
Sure you can, or maybe not.
Eat raw eggs and bacon too-
I probably wouldn’t, but I’m not you.
There’s but one act that’s out of order:
Simply walking into Mordor.
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