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 Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 1:20 pm
Something Fishy
“My bladder’s all full, I’m floating,” she said,
Her hands between her fins.
“Well let a bit out so you don’t get to shallow,
Captain Obvious is casting his nets.”
A funny thing, really, a mystery to me,
Do mermaids have one bladder or two?
Does it fill with water surrounded with air,
Or air surrounded with water?
It seems to me, if she has to pee,
One bladder should fire to the other,
She’ll float and she’ll sink at quite the same time,
And never be captured again.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 10:06 am
Untitled Masterpiece
I didn’t write a poem tonight,
‘Cause I was feeling lazy,
I really don’t remember why:
My memory’s quite hazy.
I didn’t write you lyrics,
Or any sort of verse,
But hey, let’s all face it:
The situation could be worse.
I could be flubbing up my words,
Or not making any sense,
Or trying to recount my day,
Or some other dumb pretense.
Unfortunately I do not know,
How this poem will end,
So I will just walk off the stage,
Thank you.
[hr]
Serial Sevens
I cried
When Kevin Spacey died.
It really should have been Brad Pitt,
I don’t really give a s**t
If you like Morgan Freeman better.
‘Cause Kevin Spacey stole the show
In every scene that he was in
As he murdered people for
Their seven deadly sins.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the film
For its inventive kills,
I just don’t think it should have ended
With John Doe’s shooting by Mills.
But courageously I’ll soldier on,
I’ll struggle to push through,
As long as Pitt and Freeman return,
For David Fincher’s Se7en T2o.
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