There once was a dragonborn chap
Who fell into an Imperial trap.
But in an odd twist
He was not on the list
And then down a dragon did flap…
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Qatar Is Just Protecting Their Spanish Friends From Flooding
So Trump accepted a gifted plane
Worth half a billion dollars
Which prompted a lot of random folks
To become morning radio callers.
But with regards to blame
And deciding on whom to pin it
You should know the rain in Spain
Is apparently mainly in it.
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Who Needs A Kid When You Have…
Big fat ginger cat
Satan in a fluffy ball
He deserves more food
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Love You Mom! (Even If You Raised A Poet)
Today we celebrate the gals
Who held us in their wombs
Instead of sending unborn us
To our not-born-yet dooms,
Who raised us as to be decent folk
(Regardless if it worked)
So clean and pure in making sure
Our chores were never shirked,
Who bought us socks for Christmas
And for the many that still do,
Who cleaned diapers and never
Did eschew beaucoup pee-yoo.
Thank you mothers everywhere
And hear us when we say
We’re grateful that at least one night
You probably weren’t gay.
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Every. Single. Month.
In thirty seconds
She can laugh and scream and weep
‘Cause water is wet
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Seriously, Apple? (Although I Get Why Microsoft Does It)
So when you buy a phone
You buy a screen protector thing
That keeps your glass from breaking
When you do a stupid thing.
Another stupid thing though
Is that if they have this tech
Why don’t they make the glass from it?
Come on now! What the heck?
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Oh, You’d Prefer To Hear About How He Ran Fast Instead? Typical…
This is Spot.
Spot is a dog.
Spot spots his “spot spot”
(Where spot peed on a log).
Spot spotted Spot’s “spot” spot
In Spot’s “spot spot” spot
But Spot’s spotter, Miss Potter,
Alas spotted not.
Since Miss Potter missed Spot’s spot,
In an act of good will
Spot pointed Miss Potter
But she spotted-not still.
Spot spotted Miss Potter
(His Spotter) her pay
And Spot spotted his “spot spot”
And sped on his way.
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Same Goes For Penguins, Emus, Dodos…
If you ever see an ostrich
Don’t hit it with a stick
‘Cause when it comes to fight or flight
You know which it will pick.
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When You’re World Class In A Subject Without Standardized Tests
I can fart for fifteen seconds
With moist gurgles or without
And play almost two octaves
With my gaseous booty shout.
“That’s great,” said Mr. CEO
But they gave the job away
To somebody whose farts cannot
Be heard three miles away.
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East Vs. West — Tea Edition
When you sit down in America
To have a cup of tea
You pull out your fine china
As if you aren’t the bourgeoisie.
Meanwhile, In China
Do they grab a fancy gun
And call it “fine america”?
‘Cause that’s sounds way more fun!
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The Daily Travesty 