Boomtown Rat Trap

Mondays get a nasty rap.
They take the blame for lots of crap
That could take place on any day…
But I don’t like them, anyway.

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Don’t Pinch Me

Have my dreams come true, now? Please,
A dedicated pot for pee’s
The best I’d ever hoped would happen.
Now I’ve got a pot to crap in!

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Paper Caves

The mountains of paper heaped high on my blotter
Hide something I haven’t yet done which I oughter

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Accelerated Decrepitude

Nexus Version 6 are strong
And perfect, but they don’t last long.
Me, I sing the same sad tune
Most every Friday afternoon
(Less the strong and perfect bit,
But otherwise the symptoms fit),
Devoutly wishing just to sleep–
Perchance to dream of ‘lectric sheep.

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They Don’t Spell So Good, Either

The Hoary Marmot gained its name
Through acts of social commerce. Shame
Is not a trait that marmots share
With Man, so no hard feelings there.

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Works For (Most Of) Us

At work we’re all working.
At swimming, we swim.
At Jim-shaming time
We all make fun of Jim.
Through teamwork and focus
Soon everything’s done.
It’s efficient, productive,
And–save for Jim–fun!

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Leo

Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, the Count,
Wrote a lot. Like, a lot. An enormous amount!
Such a spendthrift with letters, his editor took
All but three from his name just to finish one book!

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