This is Spot.
Spot is a dog.
Spot spots his “spot spot”
(Where spot peed on a log).
Spot spotted Spot’s “spot” spot
In Spot’s “spot spot” spot
But Spot’s spotter, Miss Potter,
Alas spotted not.
Since Miss Potter missed Spot’s spot,
In an act of good will
Spot pointed Miss Potter
But she spotted-not still.
Spot spotted Miss Potter
(His Spotter) her pay
And Spot spotted his “spot spot”
And sped on his way.
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For those who want to differentiate
Between “Fiction” and “Literature”
Here’s a handy-dandy little guide:
It’s fiction if the story
Has a point and ends in glory.
Literature ends when boring people die.
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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.
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I watched American cartoons
All day every day.
My dad said I should read more
So now I watch anime.
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I’ve discovered I’m a psychic.
It’s really pretty slick!
If found out when my lover
Thought “I hope he’s not psychic.”
Well that relationship
Ended on an ironic note
When I shouted “ha ha, I am!”
And that was all she wrote…
Being a psychic in the dating pool
Is fun, to say the least.
I know which gal’s have hearts of gold
And which have infected yeast.
Now the mind of every man
Is a delightfully simple thing,
Like Indiana Jones
And the temple of “do I buy a ring?”
A woman’s mind is more complex
Like the tale of War and Peace
But from an eagle’s point of view
And written in Taiwanese.
I’ve gotten used to psychic life
And find a girl I may,
But when it comes to reading minds
I think I’m kinda gay.
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