Nevertheless
Always the more
Seldom the -ible
But often the horr-
Too much conniption
For such a poor fit
This new lack of him/her
Well, I’m tired of it
Tag Archives: Short
Hey, Wait…
If you’re rubber
And I’m glue
You can call me anything
And I’m just screwed…
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…And That Proves My Toughness (Or Something)
My Uncle was a pussy.
My Grandpa was a wimp.
My Father was a chicken
And my Brother is a shrimp.
My Cousins are all cowards
And my Nephews are namby-pamby
Just ’cause I’m the guy
Who shot the mom of Bambi.
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But What Does Salt Smell Like Anyway?
I danced a sappy sort of waltz-
The type that’s rife with lots of schmaltz.
The I passed out, demonstrating my faults.
That’s why I’m grateful for smellingsalts.
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Really Though, How Do You Spell The Last Word?
I looked at all the people
Seated in their chairs.
I told them “I won’t paint the steps”
But I only got blank stares.
What Is Humor?
The quality of being amusing,
A mood or state of mind,
To comply with someone’s wishes
Or, to kids, the word “behind.”
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A Very Factual Excuse
A monstrous weasel murdered me
Yesterday around 8:00.
It was rather inconvenient
Which is why this poem’s so late.
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When You Turn Off Aitocorrect
This line is italic.
Thia line is bold.
The bold line has a typi.
So does that ome.
Okay, I’m donr.
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Hunting, To Some
A little bird called me cheap
So I murdered it,
Not because it called me cheap
But because I’m an asshole.
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