Tag Archives: Silly

Mon Dieu!

The English marched on Agincourt

With hoards of longbowmen

To fight the army of the French.

They were terribly surprised when

They loosed a thousand arrows

And those chic Parisian dorks

Brought out the champagne bottles

And fired back with corks.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

A Real Man’s Christmas Wishlist

Triumph over evil

Victory in battle

A wife and seven children

Some land to herd my cattle

A fancy leather cowboy hat

A closet full of guns

A quiet place to rest my head

And lots of silly puns.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

If You’re Not Reading This, I’m No Longer Stuck On A Random Wednesday

Horror movies are just Groundhog Day

But it’s Halloween instead.

Now with that insight passed on

I’m going to go to bed.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Careful What You Wish For

If wishes were horses

What would you do?

Probably get trampled

But never run out of glue.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

I May Not Have Money, But I Have A Weird Imagination

I wish I had a yttrium-plated snow globe.

A yttrium-plated globe would make me smile

Because I’d have something no billionaire has

At least for a brief and satisfying while.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Adventures in Undead Education

Little Dracula was a fool.

Little Dracula didn’t go to school.

His one weakness he could not surmount:

Little Dracula could not count.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

When School Gives You Hope

Sunday evening ends.

Glitch in time. It’s Saturday.

Yay, quantum physics!

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Unfowtunate

I’m a dwagon, big and stwong.

I bweathe fiwe all night long.

I can cwush you in the blink of an eye

But no one’s come to slay me. Why?

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

When The Island Is Closed

This year for halloween

I want to be a political elite

By staying out of the public eye

And putting a roundabout on your street.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Oktoberfest

We’ve entered the month

Where people dress up

And act like they’re German

And fill a big cup

With beer, eat a pretzel,

And fry up a brat.

Tonight you like polka:

Tomorrow, you’ll not.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems