I went for a drive the other day
Quite close to home - not miles away
It wasn’t really that far
And a bird pooped on my car.
It was such a big splash
Surprised I didn’t crash
I’ve had the thought now and then
But I won’t be inviting her out again.
There's really nothing I can say,
I just ran out of ammunition.
Please now baby don't go away...
So much for amorous ambition.
In Moscow’s sewers earlier today
An urgent plot was hatched without delay
On his porcelain throne
Up Vlad’s rear flew a drone
And blew poor Putin’s butt far away
12/2/22
Grandpa told some more tall stories today.
He thinks his memories are true
but we all know he was always a self-made liar,
kidding all and sundry seven ways to Monday,
faking the figures for the giddy and gullible,
plagiarizing other peoples
experiences and making up whoppers.
Some think his rambling tales just adorable,
others hope he would not speak at all
for gobbledygook is his halting style.
When we check on his fibs
and question him
he just stares at us
blank-eyed like a fresh caught fish.
We have had to put him in a big white house
for his own safety
trouble is
no one else is safe now.
p o o p e d
laptops workbooks schoolagers
out. weekend is here
Saturday workday from home
a tenuous reader stoops
3/20/2020
stoops - yields, submits
Think I'll go on Jeopardy, I know a bunch of stuff
Like who's the first dude to walk a tightrope in the buff
Sadly needed a poop
And wearing no suit
Pooped on the spectators, apologizing was tough
Think I'll go on Jeopardy, I know a bunch of stuff
Like who's the first human to walk a tightrope in the buff
Sadly needed a poop
And wearing no suit
Pooped on the spectators, apologizing was tough
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