Category: humor
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Praenuntius Amphibius
After night falls In the dark They call Over here! Over here! Pick me! Pick me! Before day rises In the dark They call Over here! Over here! Pick me! Pick me! Do they know The forecast calls For stormy weather? A built in weather app Would be nice Deflate larynxes Turn hormonal stew on…
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haiku about busy work
middle school EnglishSatanic pedagogytorture by crossword 3-5-21
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Clamor of war
Dreadnaughts returned in triplicate Last year two menaced the coast Today six grey ships appeared Aggressively Leaned into cruising speed Loudly claim Territorial waters as their own Force Nesting mallard pair into shallows Greedy they soon will demand tribute Threaten non-compliant walkers with beaks During their previous tour of duty Two bred and raised and…
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match.com
You wondered If she ever carried a cardboard box Home from the grocery, One that packed Cans of peaches In tight neat rows, Propped one side up with a stick Tied to a string and Hid behind a forsythia bush Burning bare legs In the sun waiting To capture the Easter Bunny. She read your…
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obituaries
Every morning you check obituaries To see if you have died or are just hanging out To haunt family and friends 2-17-21
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haiku for walking dogs in snow
They sniff in circles Not just any snow will do Damnit, just go pee 2-5-21
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The rhyme of war
Would we remember Liberty Bell, if it were not cracked If they had melted it down Made it whole, again? Would we remember Before someone blew a whistle And kept score That everyone was undefeated Would we remember Yankee Doodle, if he rode a horse And not a pony and it did not rhyme With…
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Conspiracy of trees
To keep from falling, roots reach deep, dance along the ground for air Limbs seek sunlight, search high and wide and go low when necessary Timbered land gives no witness testimony will not pass the blame or tell who tripped or poked your eye Trees talk among themselves, say here he comes, again with spade…
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two haikus
darkness does not fall it slowly lays down to rest so it is not hurt morning does not break it wears rosy pink panties under its blue jeans 11-21-20
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