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…Or Girls In General, For That Matter

“The devil plays the violin,

The instrument of mortal sin.”

I told her this, then said hello.

#How to not pick up girls who play cello

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If You Think This Poem Rhymes You Probably Aren’t Rich

You can tell if someone’s more likely

To play basketball or the harp

By whether they write #F

Or instead they write F#

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Guys and Dolls, Mother Russia Edition

I once went shopping at the mall

With a Russian guy and a Russian doll.

The Russian guy could reach the top shelf

But the Russian doll was too full of herself.

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Star Wars Episode IX

The stormtrooper lands

In Nairobi, Kenya

And fires his blaster

Into the falling H2O.

The Jedi asks the trooper

“What was all that?”

And the trooper says

“I miss the rains down in Africa.”

*Roll Credits*

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Priorities

I don’t see why we’re worrying

About regulating guns

When supermarkets sell packages

Of eight hot dogs and ten buns.

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About Your Pet Spider…

If you tell me to take care of

A monster with eight eyes

I hope you won’t be unhappy

When it inevitably dies.

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This Poem Was Originally Going To Be Longer, But It’s Sponsored By Apple’s Battery Supplier

I asked how she was feeling

And she said “Around 90%.”

That’s when I said

“If you were an iPhone you’d be dead,”

And that’s how my Wednesday went.

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The Nose Ring Origin Story?

I wonder who first got the notion

That to enhance one’s beauty and grace

And inspire mens’ loving devotion

They should stick some hardware in their face.

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Nautical Issues

“I don’t know how to say this…”

Jason said to Captain Tull,

“But the otorhinolaryngologist

“Spilled Worcestershire sauce in the forecastle.”

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It Rhymes, So It Doesn’t Have To Be Meaningful

I saw the custard being poured…

Flowing, flowing flan.

Then the custard pourer tripped…

Going going gone.

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