Life’s like an Oreo cookie:
The start and the end are both crappy
But the more stuff you put in the middle
The more likely you are to be happy!
Tag Archives: Poetry
Woke NASA
“Short people might not play basketball
But that doesn’t mean that they cannot.“
That was the reasoning cited
For making the Kool-Aid man an astronaut.
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Batman!
There once was a millionaire socialite
Who liked to dress up and fight crime at night.
First he’d battle a villain
Then go home and be chillin’
And so far he’s exclusively white.
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My Dirt On The Clintons
Once, a president under duress
Confessed to a great deal of stress.
‘Twas beyond his reach
To deliver a speech
So he gave out an email address.
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There was a political genius
Who possessed such a marvelous keenness.
He’d be more beloved, except
His PR was inept
On the point of interns and his penius.
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Why Not Let AI Do My Job? (Or Why My Poems Aren’t So Bad After All)
Whose milkshake is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.
She gives her milkshake a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The milkshake is sweet, cold and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.
She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
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Not An AI Poem, But An Aiai Poem
I eye an eye of the aiai,
Upon the visage of the ape
And as I eye the aiai, I sigh
For I’m shocked, yet it’s not yet agape.
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With Pictures (But Not Of That, You Pervert)
I have a voyeuristic cat
Who likes to look at this and that.
He’d probably be less entertained
If his own this and that remained,
But since he’s now a they/them
He’ll hop atop the bed: “Ahem.”
And when we finish he does not,
But instead meows: “You’re in my spot.”
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“Musical Mom… Musical” -The Cast, Apparently
I went to see a play
At night (the end of the day)
But boy was I shocked
And irreverently mocked
When the cast said “It’s a musical, hey!”
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Burning Flags
Many a child was inspired by a flag
To leave home on a bus and return in a bag,
To struggle and clash with another boy who
Was raised by a flag without red, white, or blue.
It may be a purpose to live under fire
Until you return or in glory expire,
But I seek a purpose where no flags will fly
And a world where no child is inspired to die.
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And The Rest Is History
There once were two boys from Descartes
Who possessed pure and beautiful hearts
Until one rainy day
In a childish way
They learned how to bottle their farts…
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The Daily Travesty 