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A Boy Becomes A Man (Mouse Saga Pt. 2)

Snap crackle pop

Is the sound you hear

When you pour rice crispies

And have some fun.

Snap crackle pop

May also appear

When the mouse trap makes

Your husbandly duties done.

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0.3 Ounces Of Pure Evil (Mouse Saga Pt. 1)

Little mouse

In our house

Upsetting my future spouse

Makes me decide

Mouse genocide

May very well be justified.

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The Most Annoying Sound In The Universe

There once was a CO detector

That was meant to be a home protector.

It beeps loudly at night

Though the battery’s alright

So I hit it with an axe and wrecked ‘er!

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And If She’s A Snail, We Might Go Back To Her Place

If I met an invertebrate

I’d probably try to flirt a bit.

I’d say “You look fine”

“With your lack of a spine“

Then possibly lift up her skirt a bit.

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Yes, This Poem Is Meaningless. That’s The Point (Or Is It? bum Bum BUUUUUUUUUUM!!!)

There once was a fellow name Mao

And nobody’s quite certain how

Without any trepidation

He subverted expectation

And that’s how you Hollywood now.

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12 Vs. 22

“My tummy hurts.

My throat is sore.

I don’t want to go school no more.“

“My soul is charred.

My dreams are dead.

Take an aspirin and go to bed.”

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I Used To Write These At 11:59. Now I Write Them At 8:56. I Must Be Getting Old

I played D&D tonight

And we had an epic fight.

Now this nerd must rest his head

Because it’s past his time for bed.

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America’s Great Mistake

Wild turkey

Powerful majestic bird

Bald eagles are overrated

Turkeys are tasty

And kind

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Privacy Would Be Preferred Tonight

There once was a Valentine’s Day

When I wasn’t alone (it’s today)

But I lacked the foresight

To post a poem before tonight

So here you go. Now go away!

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When She Bakes You Brownies On A First Date

Your eyes are as pink as the ocean.

Your hair is like marshmallow fluff.

I don’t know if our love is true yet

But I know that your drugs are real.

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