There’s this fellow they call Y.I.
Everyone wants to F him, but why?
Tag Archives: Silly
The Pane Of Homophones
Sum folks dont knead it.
Other folks dew.
Eye’m speaking of coarse
Of voice two text apps. Dew ewe?
Filed under Poems
The Next Humane Society Jingle
It’s the summer time
And it isn’t snowing.
The house needs cleaning,
The grass meeds mowing.
There’s no place to park
And the clouds have gone gray
But my heart’s light and sunny
‘Cause I neuter and spay.
Filed under Poems
Because There Are No Celebrities Named Cow
I have a pet dog
Named “Bounty Hunter.”
I have a pet cow named “Hog.”
I’ve got to say
It’s easier
To find a good name for a dog.
Filed under Poems
This Poem Is As Funny As You Are
Why did the [subject]
[action in past-tense]?
Because [satisfying irony],
But that’s just my two cents.
Filed under Poems
Alas, I Have Succumbed
I broke a lifelong promise
And I signed up for Twitter.
I did it without fireworks
And very little glitter.
I probably won’t post too much
But you never know.
May as well go follow me
To read the end of this po…
David Kappele @Daily_Travesty
Filed under Poems
Maybe I Should Quit Looking Online
My perfect girl is tallish,
Between 4’6″ and 6’11”.
She’s morally relatable,
Bound for either Hell or Heaven.
My perfect girl has two eyeballs,
Or maybe one or three.
They could be green or blue or brown
Or red. It’s all good for me.
My perfect girl has some fingers
And a near-equal number of toes.
I’m sorry that I have to be picky
But she must have fewer than two torsoes.
My perfect girl comes in all shapes
Yet all I seem to find
Are the 7’0″ five-yellow-eyed, limbo-bound, poly-torsoed
Asymnetrically-finger/toed kind.
Expect Many More Of These :-)
Some days I write a poem
That’s actually very good,
The day after which I struggle
To write something equally good
But then I rhyme a word with itself
And it goes off the rails from there
And I realize no matter what I do
It’s not going to be as good
So I relax and quit trying.
Filed under Poems
Thou Art Too Cruel
Perhaps thou art a hero
Or perhaps a simply thief,
A knight in shining armor
Or a bit of comic relief?
Or maybe thou art a villain,
An evil mastermind
Who prays on innocent people
Instead of being kind?
It seems I am mistaken
About the character of your heart.
You’re just a man who laughs
At poets that say “thou art.”
Filed under Poems
The Daily Travesty 