Trusting a serving platter
Is something not to do
Because a serving platter
Will always be-tray you.
Tag Archives: Postaday
You May Already Get This Joke
You enter the clearing
Where your publisher lives
And wander up to his home.
You’re greeted by
A lovely smell
And ceramic garden gnome.
You didn’t think
You’d leave here rich.
You thought you’d just come for dinner,
But at the Publisher’s
Clearing House
You may already be a winner.
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Public Spaces
Let me tell you
What I saw
While walking in the park:
A naked tree
And silent dog,
Both without their bark.
An ice cream truck
And teenagers,
Both trying to stay cool.
A screaming child
And litter,
Both unwanted in a pool.
The smell of grass
And pollen,
Both filling up my nose.
That girl I dumped
And no hiding place,
‘Cause that’s the way it goes.
A wad of dirt
And my own good arm,
My ex’s now-brown eyes.
Some flashing lights
And handcuffs
Makes me doubt my plan was wise.
A cop’s back seat,
Some iron bars,
A jury of my peers,
Now it’s just me
And “Chainsaw Ted”
For five to seven years.
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Where No Man Has Ever Gone Before
If you’re anything like me
And you really need to pee
And you can’t hold it anymore
The solution isn’t hard.
Give the guy at the next urinal your card.
You won’t pee until 2024.
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This Poem Rejected by Hallmark
Today’s the day we drink until
We’re knocked over by a breeze.
It’s by far the holiday
With the fewest memories.
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I’ll Probably Just End Up Unsubscribing Anyway…
There is a website
That hands out free money,
Feeds hungry children,
And makes dreams come true.
I didn’t go there.
I’d have to make an account
And I’ve too many passwords
Already. Don’t you?
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No Free Love
I paid through the nose
In blood sweat and tears
To earn the love of my Lisa.
She’s worth every drop,
But before you propose
Best to ask if your love accepts Visa.
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A Few Good Runs
I eat a plum
To celebrate
A happy day,
Successful date,
A win at work,
A good night’s sleep,
Looking at a woman
Without seeming like a creep.
I’ve been succeeding
In lots of ways,
And I’ll be out of the bathroom
One of these days…
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Daylight “Savings”
We lost one hour
When we got out of bed.
Next year let’s do it
On a Monday instead.
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But I mean Well
I’m the type of friend
That gets called at 3:00 AM
By a buddy in a ditch
Needing someone to help them.
I’m the type of friend
Who will drive a hundred miles
At 90 miles an hour
To see tears turn into smiles.
I’m the type of friend
Who hits pedestrians
Because I do not sleep.
Yep, I’m that type of friend.
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The Daily Travesty 