Once, there were some evil kings
Who did a lot of evil things.
As times go, it was not pleasant.
Unfortunately, that time’s the present.
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Unfowtunate
I’m a dwagon, big and stwong.
I bweathe fiwe all night long.
I can cwush you in the blink of an eye
But no one’s come to slay me. Why?
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Experiment Successful
Seven people liked my Checkers poem.
Five liked my poem about Chess.
Does this prove something about my readers?
Read the title, then hazard a guess.
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Chess
Chess is a game played on a board
Where you use wit and not a sword
To slay a king opposing yours
Instead of doing your daily chores.
The queen and rooks and pawns and knights
All run around and get in fights
To prove, once and for all, just who
Has nothing else better to do
Than read a hundred books about
Which piece is best to first move out
Or what series of moves will make concrete
The other colored king’s defeat.
It’s not a skill you learn in school.
It’s not a skill to make you cool
And yet Chess will outlive us all
So grab a board and have a ball!
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You Can Pose For The Brochure Though!
Need a scholarship?
Are you brown or female?
Still no, but congrats.
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Prove Me Wrong
The Seahawks win!
The Mariners too!
In Washington they shout “woohoo!”
The Jaguars lost.
The Blue Jays fell.
They have no fans, so all is well.
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When The Island Is Closed
This year for halloween
I want to be a political elite
By staying out of the public eye
And putting a roundabout on your street.
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Oktoberfest
We’ve entered the month
Where people dress up
And act like they’re German
And fill a big cup
With beer, eat a pretzel,
And fry up a brat.
Tonight you like polka:
Tomorrow, you’ll not.
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