It’s 3.14159!
What a day! Oh, isn’t it fine!
I’m all for Pi, but in this case
I’d like my Pi less “in your face.”
Tag Archives: Postaday
Good Riddance
Let the record show
I really didn’t know
That an iceberg could do damage
Like that iceberg did.
Don’t think I didn’t care
That a floating bit was there,
Begging for some rammage
With nine-tenths of its body hid.
Let the record indicate
That good-old-me, the captain’s mate,
Gave warning to the skipper,
But he did merely scoff.
Then the captain broke the ship
And so he went out for a dip.
He was a lousy tipper,
So in the end, we’re better off.
Filed under Poems
A Weekend Outing
We run through the park
Away from the light.
It’s awfully dark
To be flying a kite,
But vampires have to
Find creative means
To be a good parent
To their vampire teens.
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It Shone in the Far Window
Moon light, moon bright,
Only moon I’ll see tonight…
Then my neighbor proved me wrong,
And I had to sing a different song.
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Cards Against Humanity
I’m asked to finish up a phrase
In this black-boxed party craze,
But I find it’s rather hard to do.
For these cards here in my hand:
In other games, they would be banned
And I don’t know what half of them are. Do you?
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Were I A Tiger
Were I a tiger in a cage
I think I would be filled with rage,
And when the humans gave me food
I’d return it, halfway chewed.
The human doctors would have a hunch
Why I refused to eat my lunch,
And they would come inside my pen,
And I’d enjoy the meat of men.
Were I a tiger, I’d be happy, yet
I’m not a tiger; I’m a vet.
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Daylight Savings
Weekends go too fast.
This one has one hour less.
Karma, I suppose.
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Natural Selection
The eagle sat at the tiptop
Of a cedar tree, casually preening.
The raptor had no conception
Of how the awkward arbor was leaning.
The tree had spent many hours
Under the whip of the weather.
It gave in that day, but the eagle did stay,
Saying silently “just one more feather.”
That eagle dropped seventeen stories
Without even the thought to take wing,
So focused on ridding his feathers
Of that one ugly, hard-to-reach thing.
Thus died the last beautiful eagle
And the fashionable avian gene.
That’s why eagles today are so ugly,
And really don’t like to be seen.
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Garb-led Thoughts
I wonder if pants are perverts,
Delighted by their jobs,
Or whether some are picky
And are nether-region snobs.
And how do skirts and dresses
Differ from their legged kinds?
I imagine they are similar,
But with much more open minds.
And what of kilts and leggings?
Of loincloths and codpieces?
What difference is the length and style
Of those modesty-guarding fleeces?
Perhaps I’ll never know the musings
Of my lower body clothing.
I just hope their destiny
Is something they aren’t loathing.
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My Special Someone
I love the warm feeling
When I am inside you.
I knew it the moment
That I first tried you.
You comfort my body
And clear out my head,
But now I must leave you.
I’m sorry, my bed.
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