Not enough poems are written
About the legendary Scott:
We would remedy this, except
Of what he did, we knowest not.
Tag Archives: Silly
Thus, Jeff Was Born
I like to imagine that somebody said
“I’m naming my child Cheff
“‘Cause that’s the sound a choo choo makes
“When played in super high def.”
Then their friend said, “Yeah, Cheff sounds cool
“But what if the first syllable
“Sounded like a French librarian
“Trying to shush people into a lull?”
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Even The Tyrants Realize This Is Dumb
This Saturday the mask mandate
Expires in my state,
So people must be healthy
Like the records indicate…
And yet today was Wednesday
And I will surely die, since
I took my mask off early
And I happen to trust science.
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Ah, School…
Remember the days when you thought
Whether you’d be successful or not
Was dependent on if you were right
About whether it’s stalagmite or stalactite?
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No Comment On The Cutty Things
Look at the stone, all majestic and gray;
It makes mountains strong and foundations stay.
Stone can be gems or statues or a castle
And if you think paper beats them, then you are an assh’le.
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Poke Holes In This Strategy If You Can
I think all the world’s problems
Could be solved in a day if we
Just banded together to kill politicians
Whose surnames don’t end with “qz”.
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What Do We Want? Catchy Slogan! Where Do We Want Them? On Premium Cardstock!
As people protest from the East to the West
Why aren’t more onlookers suspicious
Of the motives behind the folks who sell signs?
(Or is thinking such things inauspicious?)
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Yeah, Like My Coworkers Read My Blog… 😂
There once was a poet at work
(I’m at lunch, so naught do I shirk).
I ate quickly so
I cranked out a po
Em. How’s that for a quirk?
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Buck Shot, But Not Well
Sometimes when it’s peaceful
In the evening by the stream
I like to lie beside the bank
And oh-so-gently dream
That as the humans hunt the deer
The deer hunt us the same,
But humans never notice this
‘Cause deer have lousy aim.
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The Daily Travesty 