Egg salad sandwich
Bathing in the midday sun
Wanting to be loved
Egg salad sandwich
Bathing in the midday sun
Wanting to be loved
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All alone
On porcelain throne.
Spider comes down.
Now floor is brown.
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Victory is sweet.
Sweet things aren’t good for your health.
“Loser” means “healthy”.
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A woman asking for advice
Is like a cat exposing its belly:
You can do what you think is nice
But it’s going to end up really yelly.
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Guys, I learned something!
When you have plans for fun things
Cancelling feels bad.
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Meet a girl who buys you chocolate,
Gets you flowers, buys dessert.
Just be aware that girls like that
May have once been your friend, Bert.
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The itsy-bitsy Seahawks
Flew up the water spout.
The one-yard line
Injected us with doubt.
Out came the sun
In San Francisco bay
And the itsy-bitsy Seahawks
Are champions today!
This poem is dedicated to Kenneth Walker III, the first running back in decades to win super bowl MVP.
Good things come when you run the ball.
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If you have not said
“Lozenge” today, try it out;
It’s a banger word.
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Aromatic plants
Cuddle with their families
Before reaping day.
Tiny baby rose
Has her petals scattered on
Your bedroom carpet.
When will peace return
And the wanton slaughter end?
Why not do your part?
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