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#badpoems
In Texas sun, so hot and vast,
The power grid just cannot last.
Summer's heat, it cannot rid,
"Oh no!" cries out the Texas grid.
@BigJesusTrashcan@kolektiva.social#badpoems
There's once was a man from Sodom
Who liked things put up his bottom
He'd give it all a thrash
Put it up his ass
I'm glad he wasn't from Gomorra.Badum
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The hand is quicker
Than the eye is,
But somewhat slower
Than the fly is.
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights?
A Cat who poops but never wipes.
A shudder in the loins engenders there
Stains that won’t wash out of underwear.
Fear no more the heat o’ the Sun:
With lotion, bask ‘til you’re well done.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there
They make you mow the lawn or shovel snow there.
Politics, it seems to me,
For years, or all too long,
Has been concerned with right or left
Instead of right or wrong.
I am a chicken eater
But I'll do that later
Some eat paper
And others drink Dr Pepper
i am not a programmer
I put a disclaimer
When I have fears that I may cease to be,
I have another drink, or two or three.
Good sportsmanship we hail, we sing.
It’s always pleasant when you spot it.
There’s only one unhappy thing;
You have to lose to prove you’ve got it.
The bride, white of hair, is stooped over her cane
Her faltering footsteps need guiding.
While down the church aisle, with wan toothless smile,
The groom in a wheelchair comes riding.
And who is this elderly couple you ask?
You’ll find, when you’ve closely explored it,
That here is that rare, most conservative pair,
Who waited ‘til they could afford it.
If I were a cassowary
on the plains of Timbuktu
I would eat a missionary
cassock, band, and hymn-book too.
— Samuel Wilberforce
he/him @NWBison@newsie.social#BadPoems #HashtagGames #HorseWithNoName
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
-America
@stevecantsmell@mastodon.socialThere once was a man
From Nantucket, who couldn't
Write a haiku
he/him @NWBison@newsie.socialIn seventeen and forty-three
Did Washington a cherry tree
Fell with a mighty swing, you see
The tree’s too small for the swing-y
"Foreign Policy" by George Carlin:
There's a goofy guy
Let's hit him in the eye!
Roses are red
Violets are purple
I drank so much soda
It made me burple 