If anyone here is deaf
I have an important question:
Do I start jokes with “Have you heard the one about…”
Or do you have a better suggestion?
Tag Archives: Silly
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The sky has fallen
The sea has boiled
The Earth has shaken
The contingency’s foiled
The zombies prowl
But I’m okay:
Whipped cream goes “psshhhh”
And they can’t take that away
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Wait… Did The French Just Surrender To Tourists?
So the Louvre closed its doors today
Which is how Mona Lisa would say
“Je ne t’aime pas
“Alors au revoir.”
(And yes, those do rhyme by the way)
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Challenge Accepted
And so I lounged on a borrowed couch
Devoid of inspiration
And instead of making the difficult choice
To use my imagination
I went onto my phone to search
The internet for an answer
And I recalled why random prompts
Are worse, perhaps, than cancer.
But undeterred, despite misgivings
I shall now attempt
To write what poetrypromptgenerator.com
Gave me without contempt:
There once was a sanctimonious hand-wringer
Whose neurotic pedantry gave a metaphorical finger
To those who deign to carouse
With those of osseous brows.
Some compare me to him as a visual dead ringer.
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Give It To That One Friend Who Thinks Their Job Is Important
I want to read a novel
Where the fabled chosen one
Goes on a quest to do something
Like kill the god of the sun
And when we reach the ending
There’s a fabled chosen two
And there’s no sun god after all
And they don’t know what to do.
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Dad Jokes Just Got Nerdier
Knock knock. Who’s there? Joe.
Joe who? Joe Mom! LOL!
My poor future kids…
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Diamonds Are Forever… Like Taxes
“Nothing gold can stay“
Is another way to say
If you’re male and not gay
You’re gonna have to pay.
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Meaning? Maybe. Rhymes? Absolutely!
There once was a dame with no name
Who spent days playing a lame game.
Her tame claim to fame came
When her aim to blame the same game
Overcame her shame of being no-name.
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Mini Golf, Level 100
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.
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