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Tag Archives: Travesty
Enough Is Enough! (But I’m Having Seconds Anyway)
I’m looking forward to eating turkey
Until I’m comatose instead of perky
And the fact that in around seven days
There will come an end to the Black Fridays.
Filed under Poems
But There Is An “I” In “Heavy Sigh”
They say there’s no “I” in team
Which makes me want to scream
‘Cause there’s no “I” in “eye”
Nor in “aye”, “fly”, “guy”, “spy”,
So it’s not as mundane as would seem.
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*Sniff*
If, instead of using eugenics
To get a particular color of eye,
They bred for noses that never get stuffy
We’d think better of small-mustache guy.
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The Force Awakens; The Audience Sleeps
Ten years ago today
We saw a theatrical trailer
For what history may call
The biggest cinematic failure:
A lifeless Star Wars reboot
That exceeded our most cynical fears.
Now come back and read this poem
In another couple of years.
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Why The Dinosaurs Didn’t Re-Evolve
Chicken of the Sea
Serves as warning for the fish
Who would go on land.
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The Middle Child (68)
I remember how my sister,
69, was always “nice”.
Then my brother, 67,
Became a meme. It happened twice!
Yet here I am, poor 68,
Unrecognized ‘til now.
I am still important though,
And let me tell you how:
I’m the atomic number for Erbium
And the number of squares in Chutes and Ladders;
Emperor Nero died in year 68
So Julio-Claudians think that matters;
I’m a trope for a generic hotel room number
And the latitude of midnight sun;
L.C. Greenwood of the Steelers
Wore my number. Super fun!
I’m two-times-two times seventeen
And a Californian highway
And still despite these awesome facts
I never get things my way…
For now I’ll stay anonymous
As seems to be my fate
But watch for me on YouTube
In 2028.
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Happy International Men’s Day!
House all to myself.
There’s a lot of stuff to do
Like nap on the couch.
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The Blood God Congenially Requests Your Creativity
So I was just a year past ageless
And I wanted lamb for dinner
So I demanded a sacrifice
From some now-nameless sinner.
Now every year since the dawn of man
They sacrifice more sheep.
Can’t you sacrifice a salad once?
Or maybe a marshmallow peep?
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Bypassing Internet Censorship, Two Clubs Interconnected By A Chain At A Time
Who decided that “Nunchaku”
Should be pronounced like “Numb Chucks?”
I assume it’s some translator,
But they’re almost certainly dunfaku.
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