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I Did Not Plan This, But I’m Not Mad

Today I drive a long, long time

So you’ll have to settle for yesterday’s rhyme

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It’s A Joke About Thyme, But Alas, It Won’t Rhyme

There once was a guy from Scarborough

Who was fair, but not very thorough.

He made food, garnished sparsely

With sage, rosemary, and parsley

But alas, he didn’t take time enough.

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Breathe In… Breathe Out… Panic…

Sometimes people do something

That cannot be forgiven:

That is something that is always true.

For example, they’ll remind you

That you are consciously breathing

And now you’re nervous. Lala loopdey do.

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Near-Death Experiences

I wonder if goats

Ever look at ghosts

And think

“If not for bad spelling

“That could have been us…”

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No Problem Officer… I Handled It

There once was a spider in my room

That met a most violent doom.

Other spiders said “Yahoo!

“Let’s all go there too!”

And that’s why my shotgun went boom.

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“Write A Poem With Silver And Orange… You Can’t”

All that is gold does not glitter;

All that is green does not grow;

But all that is orange and all that is silver

Will not have an easy rhyme though.

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Moments Before You Realize Your Cosmic Impotence

The sky had a sun that was adorning

The sky at five a.m. in the morning.

It was bright and obnoxious

And for some reason I thought this:

“Go down now… this is your last warning.”

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Watch Out

There once was a clock on a wrist

That one day became rather pissed.

It said “Time isn’t real,

“So how does that feel?”

Now it is for sale on Craigslist.

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This Haiku Says It All

I coughed on someone

Who got their Covid vaccine.

Why are they worried?

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This Poem Brought To You By Our Sponsor, “Sir Alabaster Thoroughgood”

There are only two types of men

That I have ever met:

The type who name their genitals

And the type who aren’t born yet.

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