Flap Jack
There once was a pancake bed,
Soft as anything said.
I laid down for a nap.
Woke up as a flap,
Filled suddenly with syrup and dread.
Kafka! I cried from my sleep.
He appeared and began to weep.
Then with his fork,
He made his first stroke
And I felt my syrup drip and seep.
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The Old Man
There was an old man who lived in a sign. /
His wife wouldn’t join him because she wouldn’t cosine. /
Now she lives adjacent to an empty hypotenuse. /
Her life a tangent somewhat on the loose.
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Fainting tree
Oh, those fainting Christmas trees.
They are a sight to see,
Can’t be left alone, can’t be.
You went to spread some cheer,
So let me be clear,
It wasn’t me here,
It was the cat.
Like the serpent in the tree,
She tempted me
And now you see
Where we’re at.
She challenged me,
Said I couldn’t be free,
That there would be
No Christmas present for me
Unless I ran around the tree
And that’s when it went ker-splat.
It fainted dead away.
I don’t know what to say.
It fainted that way.
The power cord’s now frayed.
Yes, it happened today.
I blame the cat.
Yes, sparks flew,
There was a spark or two,
Arcing a translucent blue,
Singed the cat through and through.
No, I don’t know where she’s at.
So, those fainting Christmas trees,
Looks like they just can’t be
Left unattended, you see.
I think we can right the tree,
Set it up to be
Fully faint free
With no cat calamity
Without the cat.
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Flash of inspiration
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A flash of inspiration,
Showering the consternation
While trying to find usurpation
Because the damn thing won’t work.
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Moments of contemplation,
Mental hiccups and gyrations
Have led to this perturbation:
Water and electricity to twerk.
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The world in needed restoration
Could use so full lubrication:
Sweat, blood, toil – an aggregation
Exploding with a jerk.
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Fright
Writer up all night /
succumbs to his story’s fright — /
no end in sight.
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The key to the conversation.
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Oh, Santa
Oh, Santa, your wife /
is so distraught. You left your /
August balls behind.
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Dog gone it
My bills dog me /
Dollar signs dressed in due dates /
Nipping at my heart.
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Daikon radish
My Daikon radish
Points to a fetish.
It’s a bit raffish
Lying there.
It’s a vegetable
That I’ll tell you
To dispel you
Of notions there.
Its shape suggests
That it’s erectile blessed
And why I guessed
That you stared.
But rest assured
Your point’s absurd.
There’s no aphrodisiac curd
Made the Daikon way.
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