Tag Archives: Travesty

The Ends Justify The Means

I think the government should give everyone

A tiger to keep as a pet. Sure,

A lot of dumb people might become Fancy Feast

But traffic would be so much better!

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If It Worked For Church And State, Try It For Man And Machine

With people being all concerned

About AI taking over these days

I think I have a solution

To combat the malaise:

Instead of names like “Cleverbot”,

Or “Alexa”, we can swerve

And name all robots “Killmonger 3000”

And we’ll trust them as much as they deserve.

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I Could Go On, But I Don’t Want To Peacock

I wish we called colors by animal names

Because it’s infinitely more awesome

To paint a car shark instead of just grey

Or pour cream ‘til your coffee is possum.

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Limerick for a Job Interview

There once was a gap in a resumé

That occurred when the candidate was away

‘Cause when you’ve had enough crap

Turns out a resumé gap

Can be just what you need. Okay?

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An Accurate Portrayal Of Tension Is Limited By The Medium Of Expression

I’m on bad wifi

Trying to publish a post

But I think it might…

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Root Beer

It’s brown, sweet, and bubbly

With plenty of fuzz

And it foams when you pour it

‘Cause that’s what it does.

But why I really love it

Is it’s the only thing that never

Appears in advertisements

Anywhere, ever!

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The Origin Store-y

There once was a farmer

Who started a battered women’s shelter

For cows, and it was so full

That out of the stables

They sold books for profit

And that’s how you got Barns and No-Bull.

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Man’s Favorite Hobby

Sometimes you go to the bathroom

To just get away from it all

Or sometimes you make a poop

That’s the color of Darth Maul.

They both take about the same time

To finish, which is alright.

I did one while writing this poem

So you’re welcome. Now good night.

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A Political Prodigy

I think my daughter will be president

Because she’s only three years old

And already knows how to tell everyone

To shut up and do as they’re told.

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Softball Questions

There once was a baseball glove

Who, with a human, fell in love.

You may doubt, but I’ll confirm it:

They lived together, but he’s a her mitt.

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