I once saw a lass dressed in lace
Who had the most beautiful face.
I said “please don’t hate
“But my name’s Windows 8.”
Then I asked “Can I crash at your place?”
Tag Archives: Travesty
Dumbledore and Me
As Dumbledore once said
When called upon to speak:
“I have a few words to say:
“Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak.”
These words describe my mental state
It’s been that sort of week.
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It Would Be Called “231,” Since Women Only Get 77 Soldiers On The Hundred
It’s an age of all-female remakes
Like Ghost Busters and Oceans 8.
My faithful readers probably think
This is a trend I’d hate.
Instead I think the opposite;
It’s something I’m totally for
And here are some beloved movies
To remake if they make more:
How about “The Godmother?”
“Lady of the Rings?”
“The Good, the Less Good, and the Strong Independent Woman
“Concerned Less With Appearance Than Other Things?”
How ’bout all-female “Fight Club”
Or “Saving Private Ryan?”
How about a “Hacksaw Ridge”
That no one has to die in?
I jest, I jest (At least I hope).
But I pray that in 2019
The all-female “300” reboot
Hits the Imax screen.
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Why Do People Think Vampires Are Evil? Oh, Yeah…
If I were a vampire,
Unfazed by passing time
I’d find a cure for cancer
And think of a less obvious rhyme.
I’d write the greatest music
The world would ever hear.
I’d usher in an age of peace
And put an end to fear.
I’d find a cure for bloodlust
(My own and others too)
And take vitamin D pills
So lack of sunlight wouldn’t make me feel blue.
But, alas, those people
Who became immortal blood-diners
Used it to go to high school for 300 years,
Play baseball, and seduce minors.
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Bad Language?
Eye halve know aye Dia
Howe thoughs hoo dew knot no
How-to spellin’ English
Kant fig your it out, sew
Threw this Han dee poem
I salve Mai own dill Emma.
Hi expect, inn learning spannish
Their Will bee Noooooo! problema.
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Maybe Act More Violet?
Roses are red,
Roses are white,
Roses are yellow and pink.
Your are like a rose
As you have many facets
But, unlike a rose, they all stink.
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Widow Lives Matter
Even though her legs are hairy
She’s still beautiful.
Just because her jaw is wide
Doesn’t make her unfeminine.
I don’t love her any less
Just because she has eight legs,
Thirty-seven eyes,
And mandibles to store venom in.
I don’t mind her bug-eating thing
Or her webs around the house,
Her association with evil
And summoning of bad lucks.
The only real area
Where her allure could be improved
Is the part where she kills and eats me
After every time she… well shucks.
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The Two Great Sources Of Human Suffering
The greatest mistakes man has committed
Are deferring their joy to be wealthy
And the not telling a lie when it was discovered
That eating kale was healthy.
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Quick Bonus Poem
If you want to feel sadder
Than you’ve ever felt
Imagine a world
In which cheese doesn’t melt.
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The 900-Year-Old Virgin
I discovered a Star Wars easter egg
That no one’s noticed yet.
The Jedi forbid romantic love
In times the prequels set.
This ban on love and marriage
As a staple of Jedi law
Lasted from Yoda’s infancy
To his death on Dagobah.
So the Easter egg I mentioned
That everybody missed
Is Yoda was Disney’s Frog Prince
That no one ever kissed.
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