Eighteen times we swung our putters.
Eighteen times a whole in one.
Some people started at the green
But starting at the hole is way more fun.
Tag Archives: Silly
The Gospel According To Some Doofus Poet
I like the idea that there was a caveman
Who coincidentally looked like Jesus
And when Jesus’s body was hidden away
The caveman came out just to please us
And seeing society for the first time
He didn’t know what else to do
So he used his caveman magic
And up into heaven he flew.
Meanwhile, actual Jesus
Woke up after three days or so
But everyone said he’d already ascended
And, to heaven, he’d no need to go
So he went back to being a carpenter
And made many beautiful shims
And sent every customer home with a smile
And said many, “Nope, I just look like him”s.
Filed under Poems
If You Can’t Beat ‘Em
If you can’t beat ‘em, beat ‘em.
They’ll expect tou join them instead
So you have the element of surprise
If you beat ‘em and mess with their head.
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Qatar Is Just Protecting Their Spanish Friends From Flooding
So Trump accepted a gifted plane
Worth half a billion dollars
Which prompted a lot of random folks
To become morning radio callers.
But with regards to blame
And deciding on whom to pin it
You should know the rain in Spain
Is apparently mainly in it.
Filed under Poems
Oh, You’d Prefer To Hear About How He Ran Fast Instead? Typical…
This is Spot.
Spot is a dog.
Spot spots his “spot spot”
(Where spot peed on a log).
Spot spotted Spot’s “spot” spot
In Spot’s “spot spot” spot
But Spot’s spotter, Miss Potter,
Alas spotted not.
Since Miss Potter missed Spot’s spot,
In an act of good will
Spot pointed Miss Potter
But she spotted-not still.
Spot spotted Miss Potter
(His Spotter) her pay
And Spot spotted his “spot spot”
And sped on his way.
Filed under Poems
Same Goes For Penguins, Emus, Dodos…
If you ever see an ostrich
Don’t hit it with a stick
‘Cause when it comes to fight or flight
You know which it will pick.
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When You’re World Class In A Subject Without Standardized Tests
I can fart for fifteen seconds
With moist gurgles or without
And play almost two octaves
With my gaseous booty shout.
“That’s great,” said Mr. CEO
But they gave the job away
To somebody whose farts cannot
Be heard three miles away.
Filed under Poems
East Vs. West — Tea Edition
When you sit down in America
To have a cup of tea
You pull out your fine china
As if you aren’t the bourgeoisie.
Meanwhile, In China
Do they grab a fancy gun
And call it “fine america”?
‘Cause that’s sounds way more fun!
Filed under Poems
Where Mein Readers Aht?
As a blogger, it’s satisfying
When I get a notification
That says a lot of people are viewing my site
And I check on the location
And see three-hundred thirty-seven
Views from Germany
And I know that for some reason
The spambots have chosen me.
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