Do animals who reproduce
Asexually
Get turned on by the absence
Of phallic imagery?
Do animals who reproduce
Asexually
Get turned on by the absence
Of phallic imagery?
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I wrote a poem so marvelous!
About it you would rave.
Alas, I didn’t charge my phone.
I also didn’t press “save.”
Trusting a serving platter
Is something not to do
Because a serving platter
Will always be-tray you.
When she looks at me
Children scream and flowers die.
Probably no big deal…
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Today I returned home from my vacation in Portland, OR. The following are a few poems I thought of over the six hour drive when I should have been avoiding pedestrians:
Feel free to tailgate my ass,
But the more you press, the less I gas.
The sooner I’m back
In Oregon
The sooner your drivers
I can deplore again.
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Today I returned home from my vacation in Portland, OR. The following are a few poems I thought of over the six hour drive when I should have been avoiding pedestrians:
Feel free to tailgate my ass,
But the more you press, the less I gas.
The sooner I’m back
In Oregon
The sooner your drivers
I can deplore again.
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I said she smelled flagrant
And her mood got all wrecked.
It didn’t help when I said to her
“Autocorrect.”
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I asked “How do I get taller?”
They said “stand on a stool.”
Now my shoes smell like crap
And I feel like a fool.
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‘Twas two days before Christmas
And off at the mall
Were all of the husbands
Who dropped the gift ball.
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