Bands will play their marches
And choirs sing their hymns
And jazzers swing their two-five-ones
And rockers take their stims
And orchestras will pizzicato
While dancers strike a pose
But what you just did on that stage
Managed to be none of those…
Bands will play their marches
And choirs sing their hymns
And jazzers swing their two-five-ones
And rockers take their stims
And orchestras will pizzicato
While dancers strike a pose
But what you just did on that stage
Managed to be none of those…
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There once was a multilingual green owl
Whose temper had grown fully foul.
He said “Practice your French!”
As he pulled out a wrench
Then watched me spell “vingt” with a scowl.
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I know that world war 3 is coming
And it’ll be really bad
But when you remember what comes next
It takes away the sad
‘Cause world war 4 is going to be fought
With sticks and stones they say
Which means puppies will be soldiers
And puppies make us yay!
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I like how people decided
That art was subjective
And you can like anything you want
But then you draw a bicycle
And you get a C in art class
From a guy whose degree
Taught them a red line on a blank canvas
Was worth millions of dollars.
Maybe I should be a politician instead?
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There once was a first-billed actress
Who’s uncertain leading man will bring bliss.
They’ll sing and they’ll dance
And they’ll sing and they’ll dance
And they’ll sing and they’ll dance
And they’ll… you get the point…
And it ends with a curtain and kiss.
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Can I write a poem
In exactly ten hours?
I could were I not so aloof.
See, it would be brilliant
But I’m insufficiently resilient
To answer your query: “Where’s the proof?”
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Can I write a poem
In exactly 10 seconds?
I think that I can,
But it
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Rosa Chinensis is vermillion
Viola Sororia is cerulean.
Whether or not I write with a thesaurus
Can be expressed as a value that’s boolean.
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So mesa was a thinkin’
Yousa complainin’ all about
This election between the grandpas
Who’s a handle and a spout
‘Cause a woopsie in white house
Followed by an oopsie-dee
Makes you thinky, given options,
You’lda even vote for meeee!

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