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Ja?

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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Saves Us Several Weeks Of Suffering In January, I Guess

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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Gift Cards

Happy Birthday dude!

Here’s cash you can only spend

Somewhere you don’t go.

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Mon Dieu!

The English marched on Agincourt

With hoards of longbowmen

To fight the army of the French.

They were terribly surprised when

They loosed a thousand arrows

And those chic Parisian dorks

Brought out the champagne bottles

And fired back with corks.

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A Real Man’s Christmas Wishlist

Triumph over evil

Victory in battle

A wife and seven children

Some land to herd my cattle

A fancy leather cowboy hat

A closet full of guns

A quiet place to rest my head

And lots of silly puns.

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If You’re Not Reading This, I’m No Longer Stuck On A Random Wednesday

Horror movies are just Groundhog Day

But it’s Halloween instead.

Now with that insight passed on

I’m going to go to bed.

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Careful What You Wish For

If wishes were horses

What would you do?

Probably get trampled

But never run out of glue.

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I May Not Have Money, But I Have A Weird Imagination

I wish I had a yttrium-plated snow globe.

A yttrium-plated globe would make me smile

Because I’d have something no billionaire has

At least for a brief and satisfying while.

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You’re Used To It By Now

5:00 AM alarm

Set for wake up tomorrow

Thus, it’s haiku night!

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New York City, 2026

Somewhere, in an all-gender bathroom,

The attack helicopters hover

At opposite ends of the row of urinals

Not speaking to each other

But grateful that the war is over.

I stand between them,

Pretending that I’m peeing.

In a nearby stall

The aardvarks howl.

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