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Ballad Of The First Dude In The Epic War Sequence Who Gets Shot And Falls From A High Place Just Before The Soundtrack Starts

There once was a warrior from Lo

Who’d a habit of stubbing his toe.

He could not help but feel

‘Twas his Achilles heel…

But nope! He died by arrow.

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Situational Awareness

If you ever see an orphan

In Gotham after dark

You should take off your spandex

And find somewhere else to park.

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Career Limitations

There was a race car driver from Leyte

Who suffered a terrible plight:

He was the world’s best

But for one crucial test:

He only knew how to turn right.

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This Is Actually True, By The Way!

Today I’m thankful for low standards,

Two-line poems, and also band nerds.

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Your Nightly 90’s Nostalgia

There once was a hand made of goo

That up at the ceiling you threw.

Then it would go “plop”

And eventually drop

And then you’d repeat that. Woo hoo!

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Getting Dressed

There once was a skirt from Jerusalem

That wanted to grow its vertical some.

It tried adding a shirt

But it turns out the skirt

Might have needed a dress rehearsal., hm?

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Seriously Seattle?

There once was a Seattle bird team

Who fought a sports battle upstream.

Alas, the sheep rallied

While the birds dilly-dallied

And now they’re an NFL meme.

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Now THAT Is A Great Value

This ten minute break

Isn’t long enough to write

More than a Haiku.

But I’m not an ass!

I’ll reward you with not one

Haiku, but with two!

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Take That, Nukes!

One upside of weak, nerdy young people

Is that they’ll probably invent Mjolnir

But because they’re so weak, they can’t lift it

And thus we have nothing to fear.

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It’s Not About Doing It Right… It’s About Adapting!

There once was a criminal crew

Who knew precisely what to do.

They went on a heist

And their planning sufficed

And the film got an awful review.

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