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That Would Probably Bug Him

I think when the Buddha slept

He gave thanks for having grand wits

And also that no one referred to him

As Mr. Praying Man-Tits.

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It’s Like “Plop” And I Just Met My Weight-Loss Goal

Sure, falling in love is satisfying

But have you ever had a poop where you thought

Everything in life was good again?

Apparently the music business has not.

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And It Has Zero Calories!

I’ve invented a new cocktail

That’s a lot like a White Russian

But without the vodka, liqueur, cream, or ice.

It’s called a “Political Discussion”.

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The Ends Justify The Means

I think the government should give everyone

A tiger to keep as a pet. Sure,

A lot of dumb people might become Fancy Feast

But traffic would be so much better!

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I Could Go On, But I Don’t Want To Peacock

I wish we called colors by animal names

Because it’s infinitely more awesome

To paint a car shark instead of just grey

Or pour cream ‘til your coffee is possum.

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Limerick for a Job Interview

There once was a gap in a resumé

That occurred when the candidate was away

‘Cause when you’ve had enough crap

Turns out a resumé gap

Can be just what you need. Okay?

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An Accurate Portrayal Of Tension Is Limited By The Medium Of Expression

I’m on bad wifi

Trying to publish a post

But I think it might…

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Root Beer

It’s brown, sweet, and bubbly

With plenty of fuzz

And it foams when you pour it

‘Cause that’s what it does.

But why I really love it

Is it’s the only thing that never

Appears in advertisements

Anywhere, ever!

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A Political Prodigy

I think my daughter will be president

Because she’s only three years old

And already knows how to tell everyone

To shut up and do as they’re told.

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Softball Questions

There once was a baseball glove

Who, with a human, fell in love.

You may doubt, but I’ll confirm it:

They lived together, but he’s a her mitt.

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