I told my friend “good morning”
And they just said “morning” back
Which makes me wonder what I did
To deserve that sort of attack.
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He said “My pronoun’s potato
“Instead of he, him, and his.”
I mumbled “What isn’t a pronoun”
And he shouted “Yes, what is!”
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I ate dessert for breakfast
Though I don’t know how or why;
I made some scrambled eggs
But they identified as pie.
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Steve wanted to scare me
So he said “Guess what’s groovy?
“In ten years they’ll probably
“Make Jenga: The Movie.”
I wanted revenge,
To give Steve what was due,
So I said, “In twelve years
“They might make Jenga 2.”
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It might mean very different things
When I say to my girlfriend
“I still can’t understand you,”
Followed by: “Come again?”
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Calling someone squeamish
Is more complex than it may seem.
After all, when was the last time
You called someone a squeam?
If someone is Spanish,
Sorta shy-ish, or whatnot
You know exactly what they are
But what’s a squeam?
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That’s what I thought!
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I went to the zoo.
There was only one dog there.
It was a shih tzu.
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Certain things sound like
Exactly what they mean
Like soy latte, pumpernickel,
Kitty, spoof, and spleen.
Other words were chosen
Without their meaning in mind
Like crepe, seizure, pumpernickel,
And the “pay me” version of “fine.”
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Today I made money
By performing tasks.
That’s why this poem’s late and bad
In case anybody asks.
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