A hero, a villain, and an idiot
Were writing a poem together.
The hero said “I think we should
“Write of love to my girlfriend, Heather.”
The villain said, “I think instead
“We write about someone who died.”
Then they turned to you and said together:
“Why don’t you decide?”
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Let me tell the tale
Of the dwarf defined as Doc.
He was a man with paultry poultry
(Which is to say a tiny cock).
He’d be off to work each morning
With a high-ho and a pick
And he’d strike at stones much harder
Than his diminutive dwarven dick.
A princess came to stay with him
Despite her inhibitions.
Three days later she ate poison
Rather than stay in such conditions.
His beard is limp. His head is bald.
His eyes are beige and lumpy.
Since I’ve run out of insults
I’ll end the poem here. Love, Grumpy.
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