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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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Bad Parental Advice

I did something stupid.

They asked “why did you?

“If your parents where lemmings

Would you be one too?”

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The Farmer’s Breakup

If you see a cow

Running o’er the fields of Maine

Please tell her that I was wrong

And to please come home again.

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Ode To A Xylophone

Thirty-six to forty-eight

Bars of polished wood

Cut in a way that they vibrate

To play the note they should.

It isn’t quite a saxophone

If used to woo the fairer sex

But out from the crowd it has grown

Because its name starts with an X.

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