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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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My Community College Application Essay

“He who thinks great thoughts

“Often makes great errors”.

That’s a quote from Martin Heidegger.

I don’t think great thoughts

And I also make great errors…

That’s a quote from me. Also, Flydeigger.

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More Is Better

“Would you like to sit at the table”

My mother asked, her voice sour.

“I’m good” I replied, my voice filled with pride

As I stared down at her from my tower.

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The Other Opening Was For “End Of Days Rituals Inc.

I got a job at the olive oil factory

And my coworker is a nun.

Now they can write “Extra Virgin” again

‘Cause for a while they just had one.

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No Pain, No Gawain

I am getting sleepy

And I open wide to yawn,

Then I march into my bedroom

And put plate armor on.

My chainmail hugs me tightly

And I fall into a heap…

This is what I have to do

To get a good knight’s sleep.

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