If an idiot, moron, or joke
Or another dim-witted bloke
Puts their foot into their maw
And make a sage of themselves,
They become elves
With arrows and wizards. Oh ya!
Tag Archives: Postaday
Haikommercials
Winding mountain pass.
A deep voice talks about specs.
Gotta buy that Porsche.
There’s a friendly man
Succeeding at basic tasks.
Nope, just kidding. Lol!
That weird moment when
You’re watching some late night crap
And think “I need that.”
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Ok, Only Ten Minutes…
Have you ever had the pressure
Of pleasing lots of people
With a rather stupid poem
That took nine seconds to write?
If you have, you’re awesome.
If you haven’t, you are too.
This took me fifteen minutes,
And with that, to all, good night!
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Home and the Heart
I read yesterday
That to find love you must
Do what you like doing
And in destiny trust.
I read that by living
As you naturally would
Love will find you
(Or at least it should).
So I lie in my boxers,
Asleep on my couch,
With a paused Halo 4
Shining light on my slouch.
I dream lovely dreams
Of her warmth on my skin,
And I wait for the day
Some cute burglar breaks in.
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I Sorta Want To Kill You Or Something, Maybe
He was a timid sort of man
Who did things halfway
As was evidenced by
One very bad day.
He was on the sidewalk
In his new suit and tie
When a puddle was flung
By a car passing by.
Well, the timid man’s temper
Got hotter and hotter.
He had murder in mind,
But settled for manslaughter.
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Old Time Religion
Faete and magick
Are maede better
By the adding of
Anothere letter.
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#Weekends
#ThatMomentYouMustWritePoems
#ButWriteHashtagsInstead
#CauseItsThreeOClockOnSaturday
#AndYou’reStillHappilyInBed
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The Cat In The Lap
‘Twas a quiet day in the house
And a good day to be a mouse
For as the sly poet tried to come up with crap
The cat on the floor flew onto his lap.
“Hello there kitty,” the poet did shout
As the cat proceeded to let its hair all fall out.
The poet spoke more and stroked it’s blonde fur,
And the cat licked itself and mumbled a purr.
Then the poet’s appointment, confirmed as it was,
Took precedence over the self-licking fuzz.
And so he departed, and the cat in the lap
Lay down in his sheddings for his apathy nap.
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