Water heats in the
kettle for coffee, her brain
yearns for the whistle
Water heats in the
kettle for coffee, her brain
yearns for the whistle
Sunday mornings are
life's way of reminding you
you need to slow down
Our cats are dumb, but
we feed and clean for them, so
what does that make us?
It seems to me that
hospital waiting rooms are
life's purgatories
I think that she asks
my opinion so she knows
which way not to go
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Why don't you ever
see elephants in trees? They
hide behind their trunks
This war is showing
Trump is so damn crooked that
he can't get it strait
I'm suing my job
I just rolled my eyes so hard,
I pulled a muscle
A sunny Spring day
is like drinking a Red Bull,
but better tasting
Every year, for his
birthday, she gave him cherry
jam. He preferred grape.
They're on their fifteenth
annual farewell tour and
this time they mean it
She had arrived much
earlier than usual
because her watch stopped
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He had written the
songs of his generation
but that time has passed
Sometimes, after a
hard week, the only cure is
a lazy Sunday
For Tiger Wood's car,
in the future, maybe less
driver, more putter
"You can't stay here as
the captain castrates large sea
mammals here." "Well, nuts!"
That island is now
exclusively lesbians
so avert your gaze
A triangle of
light creeps into our bedroom,
making it less square
All she wanted was
cartoons but the tv would
only play true crime
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Every muscle so
tight and tense, refusing to
unclench and relax
My doctor said I
was going deaf but I have
not heard from him since
What do the ghosts of
small mountain mammals shout to
scare you? "PIKA-BOO!"
Why don't the zebras
trust the cat with the big mane?
They know he's lion
Those mountain climbers
are the best at what they do
They are at their peak
Roaming bagpiper
droning, strolling, wherever
he is, you hear him
Early morning, so
quiet, peaceful, waiting for
the kettle to boil
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Waiting for the band
to start, the only music
on loop in my head
She is way out of
practice, feeling rusty like
an old backyard ute
They have called their band
Steeplechase as they know they
have hurdles to clear
Here's the receipt for
one hundred twenty minutes.
They are too ours!