There was a competitive game
Where everyone’s setup’s the same.
The winners opined
“This game’s well-designed”
But the loser opined, “No, it’s lame.”
Tag Archives: Postaday
Not To Mention Big Feet…
Some people believe in fantasy creatures
Like mermaids and centaurs and such.
Most people come to conclude those beliefs
Are, politely, “a little bit much.”
Some people believe in fantasy creatures
But I think we should give them a pass;
Sure, I’ve never known a fish-tailed woman
But I’ve known plenty with a horse’s ass.
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We All Have That One Ex…
So I was dating May
Until she moved away,
And then I dated Jenny
But she stole my lucky penny,
So I started dating Morgan
But she worshipped Demogorgon,
And now I’m dating Ted
‘Cause ladies loco in the head.
Filed under Poems
DOGE… Because Irony Is Alive And Well
The fact that an unelected billionaire
Firing thousands of unelected folk
Is considered an outrage to many
Is my new favorite real-life joke.
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Modern Literature
Irritating, aggravating,
Enervating, asinine,
Childish, boorish, makes-me-snore-ish,
Meaningless but mostly fine,
Stupid, senseless, mauve, relentless,
Bleaker than “Old Yeller”,
And somehow amidst these reviews
A New York Times Bestseller…
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Orange Man And Red Riding Hood Friends Now
There once was a big evil wolf
Who sought a young girl to engulf.
He put on Grandma’s dress
And caused major distress.
Now he’s banned from America’s gulf.
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An Introvert’s Afternoon (Or Why I Don’t Read As Much As I Used To)
You look so comfy on the couch
Quietly reading your book.
Why don’t we turn on the TV
And then leave you alone in your nook
And if you attempt to turn off the show
We’re not watching, we’ll come back and say
“Turn that back on”, then proceed to tell you
All the bad stuff we thought of today.
Filed under Poems
Je ne peux pas me marier parce qu’il y a un dinosaure dans l’église
Duolingo says I’m wrong
When I type “La buste” instead of “Le buste”
But it also told me it couldn’t get married because there was a dinosaur in the church
So I’m not really sure who to trust.
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Before and After
Hot tub in the snow
Warm and cozy, loving life
Whatcha mean, “Get out”?
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Off The Grid
The government is playing Yahtzee
Except instead of rolling dice
They get to place the dice face-up
However they think is nice.
Meanwhile, they make us roll our dice
And tell them what we rolled
Even though they already watched us
And take half our score ‘til we fold.
Playing Yahtzee with the government
Is not a whole lot of fun
So that’s why I want to go live in the woods
With my wife, my dog, and my gun.
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