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We are the .0000000000000000000000000000000000000…1 percent

“My feelings matter”

Screamed the important human

And a few quadrillion cubic lightyears

Of hyper-intelligent space blobs

Smiled and reminisced

On when they thought the same thing.

Two or three universes away

The process repeated.

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Las Story Es Mucho True

If you’re in Puerto Rico

And don’t know how to speako

Know this: The inglés

Is not spoke in the place

And they’ll probably think you’re a freako.

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Bye Bye Wings

A fly was buzzing around my head.

It drove me up the wall!

I took away its Red Bull

And now it’s just a crawl.

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Dear Everyone Who Has Ever Been On A Plane, A Bus, A Train…

If you don’t know what to say

You needn’t speak. It’s okay!

It’s only silence… don’t be scared.

Besides, odds are that no one cared.

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Mad Libs: Nature’s Gift To Difficult-To-Rhyme Words

Their humor’s derived

From the cognitive dissonance

From grammatical consistency

Despite nonsensical words.

Some think they’re contrived,

But some say they’re ____________.

I think they’re _____________

But then again I like nerds.

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It Started So Well…

You need rain to make a rainbow.

You need rain to make a plant grow.

You need rain to have water fall from the sky

And that, gals and gents, is how inspirational quotes die.

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After Monkeys Throw Down

Monkey see monkey doo.

Monkey cleans up monkey poo.

Monkey reminds, for everyone’s sake

That difference a comma and an “o” can make.

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You Won’t Believe The Monkey’s Side Of The Story!

As we ran around the Mulberry bush

I thought that all was well.

Then the weasel was all like “Pop!”

And I was like “Dude, what the Hell?”

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…The Bass, That Is

My DJ name is “Other Shoe.”

I’m the cream of the DJ crop.

No matter what other DJs do

They wait for “Other Shoe” to drop…

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Poem: Bad, Pun: Also Bad

We who play accordions

Know the Native Americans want us

Because they want to have a kid

And name it Polkahontas.

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