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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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I Hope I Never Have To Read This Poem Out Loud

For every book ever written

And every food ever bitten

There’s that one guy who is not admittin’

He doesn’t know how to pronounce the word “chitin”.

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Aztec Millennials

Two cannibals awoke on Sunday

And went for brunch at a cafe.

One said “I’ve got a hunch

“That the real brunch

“Is the friends we’ll meet along the way.”

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Why Even Numbers Are Boring

One is the loneliest number

And two can be as bad as one

Three is a crowd

Four is twice as bad as one

Five has no particular qualities

Six is three times as bad as one…

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An Ode To Our Favorite Alien

There once was a Mon Calamari

Whose name was Admiral Ackbar. He

Was all like “Oh snap!”

And exclaimed “It’s a trap!”

And thanks to him the wars were all starry.

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