She was a lovely Venomoth
With 409 CP.
Although I gave her many Razz
She would not stay with me.
She ripped off all my Pokeballs
And left me pale with pallor.
I hope that she finds happiness
With someone from team Valor.
Tag Archives: True Story
That Second Line’s Syllable Dilemna Though…
It’s 8:53.
I’m too tired to write good poems.
Damn, I’m getting old.
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Based On A True Story
Sometimes I get tired of writing crap
So I write something lovely instead.
Tonight is not one of those times.
Now I’m done and I’m going to bed.
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Real Life With Travis T.
I watched a football game today,
Played a concert with my friends,
And changed the oil in my truck,
And with that this poem ends.
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The Cat In The Lap
‘Twas a quiet day in the house
And a good day to be a mouse
For as the sly poet tried to come up with crap
The cat on the floor flew onto his lap.
“Hello there kitty,” the poet did shout
As the cat proceeded to let its hair all fall out.
The poet spoke more and stroked it’s blonde fur,
And the cat licked itself and mumbled a purr.
Then the poet’s appointment, confirmed as it was,
Took precedence over the self-licking fuzz.
And so he departed, and the cat in the lap
Lay down in his sheddings for his apathy nap.
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Canada
I had to walk ten city blocks
To find Café Joie.
That’s ten times the length in Washington
To find some plain coffee.
I paid a polite barista
With a blue, 20-loony bill.
The traffic lights are flashing green,
And I can buy a prescription pill.
I can calculate distances
By moving a decimal place,
And I can drive 100
Without being in a race.
It’s a different place than the USA.
Yes, Canada’s where I’ve been.
Now I publish this, just hoping
The “yanks” will let me come back in.
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Taking Comfort Where You Can
On a day like today
You’re looking for a sign
That despite the past disasters
Everything will be fine.
Well as I sat, considering
My poem for today
I saw a candy cane, uneaten.
That makes me think I’ll be okay.
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Identity Crisis
I woke up at 5:00.
Went for a two mile run.
What is wrong with me?
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My Mind: Behind the Scenes
I have to go to the bathroom,
But I don’t want to leave my bed,
And so I will do neither
And write this poem instead.
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