For things in the past people will say
“Things in the past happened yesterday.”
But what I think just isn’t right
Is why we don’t say “Yesternight.”
Tag Archives: Truth
The English Language Is Biased Against Non-Diurnal Happenstances, And I Won’t Stand For It!
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Bikinis
One thing I don’t understand:
Why men who stare are loathed.
If a woman is ninety-percent naked
Men just look at what is clothed!
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What A Glorious Evening!
This poem is late.
I am breeding Pokemon.
I have no girlfriend.
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Wise Men Know How To Stall
For every man there comes a day
When he must expel waste
And, being in a hurry,
Seeks to urinate with haste.
Soon after, they discover
As their throat fill up with phlegm
That their quest will be a failure…
Someone’s peeing next to them.
They stand in awkward silence,
As the urinals don’t sing
For as much as they both need to
They cannot eject a thing
And thus they close their zippers
And proceed to wash their hands
And go on with screaming bladders
To fulfill their life’s demands.
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World Peace, Step One
I saw a guy driving today
Who had a sign in their back window:
“Please stay back,
“New stick shift driver.”
I’m putting that in the back window
Of every car I buy
From this day forward.
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A Moral Dilemma
A train is coming down a track
On which doth a maiden lie.
If I took no action
It was certain that she’d die
But if I threw a lever
The train would change its track
And Taylor Swift would never die.
Now on maiden crows do snack.
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It Was Totally Sincere, But Then I Needed A Rhyme
I’m grateful for people
Who do not expect
Good poems on holidays
And, to me, genuflect.
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When All The Good Men Are 5’11”
If a man makes 40k
And his girl makes 10
She’ll happily be his Barbie
And he will be her Ken.
If a man makes 40k
And his girl makes 20
She will call him Sugarplum
And he will call her Honey.
If a man makes 40k
And his girl makes thirty
You can guarantee that they’ll
Be eager to talk dirty.
If a man makes 40k
And she makes 41
Shame on her for dating down!
Their relationship is done.
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5:00 AM, The Homes Of Single Women Everywhere
Bloodshot are her yellow eyes,
Pearly white her claws,
And you have been found guilty
Of not following her laws.
She deigns to shake her golden mane
Before she makes you dead,
The only just denouement
For leaving the cat unfed.
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