Trusting a serving platter
Is something not to do
Because a serving platter
Will always be-tray you.
Tag Archives: Short
Blind Dates
When she looks at me
Children scream and flowers die.
Probably no big deal…
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Driving Home
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.
Filed under Poems
One Letter Off
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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Wrong Stool
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.
Lawn Decorations
If I could buy a flower
For everybody bland
I’d buy dandelions.
That’s what happened to your land.
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Chocolate and Jewelry: Done
‘Twas two days before Christmas
And off at the mall
Were all of the husbands
Who dropped the gift ball.
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Obligatory Thanksgiving Poem XIVII
I’m thankful for my family
And to you, my faithful fan.
Thanks to you I made this poem
Very short, because I can.
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