I hope in the Harry Potterverse
There’s a chain of restaurants
That serve the tasty chicken wings
That every wizard wants.
This restaurant chain is called “Boobs”
And the waitresses are owls.
It would be a hoot to go there.
Sincerely, JK Rowls.
Tag Archives: Postaday
When Was The Last Time A Guy With Abs Smiled? I Rest My Case
A boring, shirtless-selfie guy
With pictures of his travels
Briefly loves bikini-babe…
A love that soon unravels.
Alas, the love so brief in time
Creates a permanent child.
This all could have been avoided
If Mr. shirtless-selfie smiled.
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Social Development Marches On
Once upon a time
A guy decided, “Hey
“What if I called people who
“I don’t agree with ‘Gay?'”
Everybody went along
Until a recent date
When some guy said, “What if instead
“We called bad people ‘Straight?'”
Then a third guy spoke his mind:
“Why not just disagree
“While still speaking with respect
“For our adversary?”
Guy one looked at guy two
And guy two said “Lol… gay!”
Then they lynched the third guy
And all conflict went away.
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Happy Birthday Mom!
A mother’s like a brother
If a brother were a mom.
There’s no other to smother;
You’re her one and only “da bomb.”
She’s comfy and inviting
And onto her you do glom.
My mother made me write this
And I wish her much aplomb!
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But Seriously…
At 10:22 in the morning
I think of naught but bliss,
But at 10:22 PM
I think of stuff like this:
If the number of pedophiles goes up
And so do most kids’ weight
I wonder why we haven’t seen
More strong people of late?
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Mistakes Have Been Made
You say you were gloomy,
For quite a long span
When you were a woman
In need of a man.
You say you were sad,
But that’s nothing but talk.
Think of fish without bicycles
Who instead had to walk!
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When She Doesn’t Approve Of Your Job
Work was hard to come by
So I became an exorcist.
Alas, this happy story
Comes with a bitter twist:
I sent unwanted spirits
From this world and set them free,
But my girl, who died in high school,
Called me rude and ghosted me.
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Yet Another Example Of Racism In The Public Schools
Timmy and Betty drew pictures
And Timmy got an A
But teacher said to Betty
“Your picture’s not ok.”
Both drew their self portraits
But one was not alright;
Timmy used a black marker
But Betty’s pen was white.
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TV Breakfasts
Mom and Dad both work all day
But when the morning breaks
You should see the breakfast
That Mama somehow makes:
A hundred stacks of pancakes,
Bacon, toast, and jam,
Four glasses of fresh orange juice
And a massive honey ham,
And upon this wondrous bounty
Cometh the kids and Dad
They grab a strawberry and run
And Mom’s not even mad…
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When The Blue Car And The Red Car Are Both Racing Towards The Cliff But You Still Want Your Favorite Color To Win
If we elected a white guy
And he gave cash to everyone white
Most people would agree
That doesn’t seem morally right.
If we elected a black guy
To give cash to everyone black
Society would probably feel
Like their freedom was under attack.
If we elected a woman
Who gave money to everyone female
You can bet she’d receive
Her fair share of nasty email.
And yet we elected some rich guy
Who says “Rich folks aren’t taxed enough yet”
And then all the rich guys get richer
And nobody’s even upset?
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