Let me tell you
Of my beautiful dream
Were all types of rodents
Can block off a stream.
Where pets leave their cages
And go on the lam
To this new river city
We call Hamsterdam.
Tag Archives: Puns
Date Ape
When things go bananas in the bedroom
Don’t you worry. Nothing’s wrong!
You’ve just received the blessing
Of the famous Kinky Kong.
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This Bugs Me
A solid block of milk
Hits a grown up caterpillar
Who bursts into tears.
The butter flies,
The moth bawls.
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Two Weeks To Go…
I expect Yoda’ve heard by know
About an awakening in the force.
I hope it doesn’t take after sand,
Getting everywhere, rough and coarse.
This film will be our only hope
No matter how you Luke at it
To see if a stormtrooper main character
Can manage to make a hit.
I’ll be Red 7 standing by,
Not getting forty winks
To see if JJ Abrams
Gets nicknamed JJ Binks.
And so, though there’s two weeks to go
This poet’s had mesa some funs.
Now this poem’s Finn-ished
And I’ll Leia’ff the puns.
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Energizer Bunnies
You ever seen one of those
Human-sized dolls
For guys who want lovin’
But don’t have the balls?
I really hope they’re electric.
That’s what I’ve concluded,
‘Cause what other double-D’s
Are “batteries not included?”
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Crooks and Homophones
We were robbing a grocer.
I said “buy me some time.”
He went to the spices,
Then the express checkout line.
We landed in prison.
Our plans came unfurled.
Now all we’ve got left
Is all the thyme in the world.
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Sweet Tea
I met a girl the other day.
She was such a teas.
I was lost in the swing of her rose hips
And the bend of her chai knees.
She was sweet as a strawberry zinger.
Her hair was as black as Earl Grey.
She raised one lump or two in my heart
And she steeped in my thoughts all day.
And tonight I will drink in her presence
And maybe protect her from thieves.
If all goes well, we’ll have English Breakfast.
I read it in the leaves.
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Traffic Jam
I put some rubber on my toast
Along with smog and frustration,
Mixed with a soupsant
Of despair and irritation.
It wasn’t a great breakfast,
But I didn’t want to shirk,
So I had toast with traffic jam
On my way to work.
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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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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The Daily Travesty 