Beauty is in the eye of the beholder:
This much I know is true.
Logically, it must therefore follow
That you’re beheld by very few.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder:
This much I know is true.
Logically, it must therefore follow
That you’re beheld by very few.
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Which Mexican guy is a sailor?:
Señor Gonzalez or Señor Cruz?
Well, Gonzalez does the actual sailing…
Cruz just crew the cruise.
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Their once was an organized crime
Who fixed football games all the time.
Then a female singer
Put the crooks through the wringer
And black Tom Brady won with a dime.
If you say to me
“Epistemological”
I will think you’re smart.
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If you say to me
“Cheese is made from poodle eggs”
I will think you’re smart.
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If you say to me
Anything at all, that’s fine.
I’m not built to judge.
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“I need to write a poem”
Isa thing I say many a night.
That’s usually followed by a poem like this.
Thus is the artist’s plight.
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There was like a guy from like somewhere
Who like liked like things like like long hair.
He like like-liked this girl
Whose hair had like a curl
And he was like “I like like-like you. So there.”
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The groundhog saw his shadow
And the Summer’s coming soon.
Now we have another choice:
Giant meteor or typhoon?
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There once was a man with a wife
Who, for some reason, valued his life.
Twas the week of the shark,
So he went to the park
Knowing she’s apt to wield a knife.
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On the one hand, I’m disappointed.
On the other hand, I am ok
That I don’t have to spend my whole afternoon
Watching both teams I hate get to play.
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