Demon worshippers
Moulding children to their will
Using dice and math.
Demon worshippers
Moulding children to their will
Using dice and math.
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Not quite next year yet…
Losing weight is easier
When you start out fat…
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‘Twas the night before Christmas
And wouldn’t you know it,
Eight lines of verse
From your favorite poet!
Though the wording was brief
The message was clear:
I’m sleepy right now
But I’ll do better next year.
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Zombie killing spree
And a zombie-killing spree
Are not the same thing.
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Make up fancy sports
With eight-hundred page rule books?
Nah. Play “don’t drop ball”.
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There once was REDACTED from REDACTED
Who REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED.
On REDACTED he said,
REDACTED in bed”
And REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED
People really go
Spend time talking to strangers
Without deadly threats?
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I got a cool sword for Christmas
But the idiot at the store
Wrapped it in 100 feet of wrapping paper
And I cannot fathom what for.
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THE BIRDS AND THE SHEEP PLAYED A GAME
AND AT FIRST, YEAH, THE BIRDS LOOKED LAME
THEN WE WENT TO OT
AND OH GOOD GOLLY GEE
GIVE RESPECT TO OUR SEAHAWKS’ NAME!
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If they say “duck” then you’re in luck.
If they say “goose” you must vamoose.
If they say “I will reduce carbon emissions”
You’re playing with future politicians.
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