A panda, a koala,
A grizzly, and a pooh
Walked into the city
After they left the zoo.
They walked into a bar
And all ordered a coke.
This isn’t much of a poem,
Nor is it much of a joke.
Tag Archives: Postaday
The 100-Year Love
I forgot your birthday,
Our anniversary,
And the day we’d planned
To spend, just you and me.
But I’m a very lucky man
To be in love with you,
I guess because, in hindsight,
You forgot them too.
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The Bad Day Begins
I took a fifteen minute shower
To get all clean and bright,
But when I stepped in it
The water wasn’t right.
At first it was too hot to stand,
So I bumped it down a little.
It turned out either hot or cold,
But nowhere in the middle.
I got out and toweled off
And went to check the heater.
It may have been fine. I don’t know.
I couldn’t read the meter.
So I called up a plumber
To come down that afternoon.
He said that he would call me back.
I hope he shows up soon.
And so I had a sponge bath
That took upwards of an hour
Cause I waited for the sponge to cool
From the overheated shower.
Then I hopped into my car
Stuck in my key and turned,
When a friendly orange dash light
Said my gas had all been burned.
I sweated thirty miles
On my tandem bike, alone.
I’d have called you when I left
But I forgot my phone.
And here I am, alive and well,
Although I’m somewhat harried.
Any minute now my darling one
Will come, and we’ll get married.
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Pre-Presidential Career Advice
Math has strength in numbers,
Computer science has Intel.
Musicians can pull the strings,
And drama can as well.
But the nerdy occupation
That wins while hardly trying
Are the mattress beta-testers,
‘Cause, oh man, they’re good at lying.
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Stay Tuned
It would be great to write a poem
About someone named “Heigl.”
What other name can be pronounced
To rhyme with Beagle and Bagel?
But all the Heigls that I know
Do not like dogs or bread,
So I’ll settle for “Smythe,” and rhyme
With Myth and Lithe instead.
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Pottery
Pottery is a hobby
And an art form, in a way.
To do it, you spin a wheel
And use lots and lots of clay.
You stick the pot-in-progress
In a special sort of stove,
And you paint it different colors
‘Cause the default’s sort of mauve.
Once your pot is finished
You can fill it up with stuff
Like pebbles, beads, or flowers
Or all sorts of girly stuff.
Then you stick it where you’ll look at it
And feel the nostalgia
Of the day you took to potter
Instead of studying hydromalgia.
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Happy Green Booze Day!
Once a year we celebrate
Some unruly Irish saint
With our Friday evening fun,
Although it’s Tuesday, and only 1:00.
If you’re a kid not wearing green
It’s better that you not be seen,
For this day’s for the violent sort.
Pinching’s an encouraged sport!
And tomorrow, on goes the fun
As we avoid noise and the bright sun.
So read this poem tomorrow at noon,
And you’ll know why you fell asleep in the bathroom.
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Bargaining
Monday comes again.
Seems it happens every week.
Can’t we skip this one?
What’s for Breakfast?
Today is the Ides of March,
When Caeser was made invalid.
We celebrate with leftover pie,
Orange Julius, and Caeser salad.
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I Just Want Some Subtlety!
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.”
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