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Notting Hill
There once was a good-looking chap
Who spilled juice on a movie star’s lap.
They would, then they wouldn’t,
They could but they couldn’t,
And, my goodness, their acting was crap.
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The Introvert’s Decision
Go big or go home?
Suffice to say I am not
Fond of going big.
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Location Is Everything
Shelly sells seashells at the seashore.
Nobody quite knows what she does this for.
No one buys the shells she sells, so I am pondering
If Shelly’s shells are a shell business for money laundering.
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The First Packaging Scam
We complain about shrinkflation
Like half-empty bags of chips
Or getting a 15-ounce container
With just 12 ounces of dips
And yet for all my lifetime
We’ve still bought those honey bears
And you can’t squeeze honey through their neck
But no one really cares…
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The Finalists For The 2025 Missing Championship
Epstein client list
Inner city black father
Livable wage jobs
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I’m Sorry I Asked
“Why do you have a dog poop bag
“If you don’t have a dog?“
“I still have poop though, don’t I?“
-Conversations from my jog
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Golfing
One under is a birdie.
An even score is par.
One over is a bogey.
What I got is a Zanzibar.
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There Will Be Signs…
If I ever say
“Let’s play some Monopoly”
I’ve been body-snatched.
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The Daily Travesty 