Yet another sign
That our publics schools suck ass:
They have a grading rubric
For a “creative writing” class.
Yet another sign
That our publics schools suck ass:
They have a grading rubric
For a “creative writing” class.
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“Prove that genies aren’t real!”
Demanded my stepbrother, Buzz.
“The greatest proof genies don’t exist
“Is that single-ply toilet paper still does.”
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If you ever feel bored,
Like you know nothing new,
Just imagine the spy
Who’s whole job’s to watch you.
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Some people are scared of spiders,
Some people are scared of mice,
But everyone’s scared of making a password
And typing the same mistake twice.
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The phrase “I want your baby”
Is sometimes super hot.
Mostly it depends if she’s
A cannibal or not.
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If you’re opposed to kinky sex
Then you are very rude
Because you want everybody else
To get regularly screwed.
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I said “Hi.”
She said “Hello.”
I said “Don’t use big words like that.”
Now I am her beau.
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If I were a slug
I would say a lot of stuff
And eventually
“A picture’s worth a thousand words”
Said Arthur Norman Kuntz.
“Thus, women speak in imagery
“And speak mostly grunts.”
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There once was a fellow from Prague
Who went for a leisurely jague.
He ran for a while
With a big happy smhile
But, alas, he fell into a bague.
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