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The FBI Limerick

There once was a [redacted] from [redacted]

Who really [redacted] with [redacted].

He [redacted] one day

In a [redacted] way

And [redacted] [redacted] his anus.

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Graphic Design 101

I saw something today and thought

“I need to investigate

“Why the stripes on the gay pride flag

“Are always entirely straight.”

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Where BLM and the Dictionary Meet

A riot is when you’re angry

So you burn and steal money.

A riot’s also when you laugh

Because something is funny.

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Which Came First?

The chicken pulled a cigarette

From somewhere in the hay

Then sat beside a little egg

Which it did just lay.

Then the chicken leaned in close

With grace much like a dancer

And whispered, sultry, to the egg

“I guess we have an answer!”

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It’s All Short And Bald… And It Has Gills

I’ve decided to stop drinking water.

It’s controversial, of course,

But I made up my mind when I saw what comes

From adding “sea” to a horse.

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Haiku: When Someone Tells Me There Are More Than 2 Genders

Ha ha ha ha ha,

Ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha.

Wait, there’s more… (pause)… Ha.

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When You Really Want To Do An Epic Rhyme But The Setup Is Bananas

There was a grammarian from Crimea

Who had a friend, Timmy Nadia.

Timmy N said “Gimme an

“Crimean simian”

And the grammarian said, “It’s ‘give me a.'”

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Actual MCU Pitch Meeting, Featuring Greek Food

There one was a film about heroes

That didn’t gross quite enough zeroes.

Disney said, “Make it funny

“And we’ll make way more money,”

Then the CEO ordered some gyros.

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Please Examine This Excel Graph And Identify The Precise Moment I Did Not Get Laid

I met a beauty in the lab

And we talked of time and space

And before the time had finished

We were walking to my place.

Things were getting steamy

And as she turned off the light

I said “This is like water

“Exceeding 212 degrees Fahrenheit!”

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When Gen Z Starts Procreating

If I ever have a baby

With the person I call “Honey,”

I will name it “In the Headlights”

‘Cause when we sing “Happy Birthday” it’ll be funny.

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