“Cyber chickens do not deserve Yolanda”
Was the first thought to pop into my head
When I sat down to write today’s poem
After exiting my way-too-comfy bed.
I don’t know the meaning of that musing
And likely it has no meaning at all
But if you are Yolanda do not settle
For a cyber chicken who isn’t on the ball.
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I wonder if pants are perverts,
Delighted by their jobs,
Or whether some are picky
And are nether-region snobs.
And how do skirts and dresses
Differ from their legged kinds?
I imagine they are similar,
But with much more open minds.
And what of kilts and leggings?
Of loincloths and codpieces?
What difference is the length and style
Of those modesty-guarding fleeces?
Perhaps I’ll never know the musings
Of my lower body clothing.
I just hope their destiny
Is something they aren’t loathing.
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The Daily Travesty 