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Tell Me This Doesn’t Rhyme!

Ding Chang was changing his password

To 🈚️🈶🈷️🈸🈺

But Google called it invalid

So instead he wrote 🈚️🈶🈷️🈸🈵

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Or Do I…?

Apathy’s amazing!

It’s the best a mood can get!

It’s so great that I don’t care

That I don’t get it yet!

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Shooting Star

A dinosaur wished upon a star:

“I wish the pain would stop!”

The star pulled out its Glock and said

“You’re lucky I’m a cop.”

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When Your Circadian Rhythm Plays Jazz

As we wander, wounded,

Through the world of time and space

We can lie horizontally

With a pillow in our face

And reset the weary burdens

We have gained throughout the day,

Except whenever I try to do so

My brain wakes up to play…

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I Wrote My Mom A Good Poem. This Isn’t It, You Freeloader :-)

I like to think of weird jokes

So I wrote one and hid it.

It’s not a “Yomama” joke

‘Cause then everyone would get it!

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Perhaps?

“Maybe Baby” is an overused rhyme,

So said my love, May Bee.

But I said, “Maybe, May Bee, my baby,

“But be that as it may,

“Maybe let ‘Maybe Baby’ be as it may be.”

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Math Is Hot

Circular houses are warmer

Than square houses, I’ve found;

Square houses are ninety degrees in the corners

But circles are 360 all around!

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Why Poetry Is Art

If, in normal conversations,

It were assumed that one should rhyme

We’d have a better grasp of grammar

And awkward silence a lot of the time.

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OI?

Someone told me

R*pe jokes aren’t funny.

I said, “You’re right, they’re knot.”

The time wasn’t ripe

To leave anyone hanging,

So I used a different * than they thought.

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Playing With Fire

I’ve noticed as of late

Fortune seems to elude me,

Like the time I struck a match

And the match just up and sued me!

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I said “Dad, go long!”

He was twenty yards away

When I lit the fuse…

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God made wood flammable

Some time after day seven.

He made it burn with chemicals;

‘Twas a match made in Heaven.

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