Tag Archives: Silly

Ode To My Brain After The First Day Of School

Repeat after me:

Just because the door says push

Doesn’t mean don’t pull.

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When In Rome (Or The Dangers Of Conformity)

I think Italians

Must have problems with their kids

Jumping off bridges

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All Milk Is Creates Equal

Think now of the vegans

And all of their ilk

Who don’t consume dairy

Like ice cream or milk

But feel no guilt

Drinking milk of the oat

Or the almond or cashew

Or soy. They emote:

“We’re saving the animals”

While the little nut babies

Must drink formula

That may just give them rabies.

So when the nuts come

And they kick down your door

And they eat your begonias

And poop on your floor

Go thank a vegan,

Those shortsighted folks

Who steal milk from young produce

And also hate jokes.

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Maker Of EVERYTHING?

God is perfect, but

Counterpoint: Cilantro though…

I doth rest my case.

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Not All Similes Are Created Equal

Life is like an avocado

In the metaphorical sense that it’s

Kinda bumpy on the surface

And, if you go deep, it’s the pits,

It’s got a bunch of healthy fat

And more phosphorous than you’d expect

And probably lots of other dots

ThatI’ve yet to connect.

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But If You Order Now, You Can Get Both!

If you have a form of ‘tism

It may be a blessing or flaw

Depending on whether its “nepo”

Or more on the spectrum of “au”.

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Christmas/Dinner

Everything is food to something

And food is a wonderful gift

So don’t think too much about presents

And embrace your omnivorous thrift.

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Effort Is For Those Who Sleep

Roses are red,

My life is busy.

Good night, and may all

Of your sodas be fizzy.

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…and the F-Beech-I

I have been informed

“Tree Hunger Games are not real”

By the Tree-I-A

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When People Ask Why I Keep Writing

One day, organized crime

Will decide that now is the time

To launder some money

Through low art that is funny

And also just happens to rhyme.

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