
Hyacinth looked in the mirror
But her reflection wasn’t too clear.
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She’s blind in two classes
Then she put on her glasses.
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And promptly took them off in fear…
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Hyacinth looked in the mirror
But her reflection wasn’t too clear.
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She’s blind in two classes
Then she put on her glasses.
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And promptly took them off in fear…
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I went with my Boy Scout Troop
To the zoo for a badge as proof.
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The monkeys were wild
Every man, woman, and child.
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Nearby were covered in poop…
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Writing poetry isn’t very easy
As inspiration strikes we’re busy.
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Placing words together that rhyme
Like “time”, “slime”, and “mime”
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To compose a limerick that’s not cheesy.
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Tony was from Rowland Heights
He’d rest all day and party nights.
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Then he’d groan and roll over
Each morning with a hangover.
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Donning his periwinkle tights.
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Phil enjoys the taste of beer
So much, his mouth changed its veneer
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As the beer suds mellowed
All his teeth were yellowed
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Every morning, he gargles Pabst, I hear…
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I can’t write anything new
No matter what I say or do
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My brain is scratching
Creativity isn’t catching
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Maybe a haiku will do…
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There once was a woman from Spaulding
Who’s husband was rapidly balding
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So she bought him a cheap wig
Slapping lipstick on a pig.
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Though his appearance is still quite appalling…
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Billy knows he’s an absolute stud
To the ladies, he’s more of a crud.
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With a patchouli spray
And leisure suit on display.
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He looks like an absolute dud…
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Short tempered teacher sits at her loom
Creating a dark aura of gloom.
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Her students remained frightened
Since her bolts need to be tightened.
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So the classroom is filled with such doom.
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Rex the pirate was very sad
Without new adventures to be had
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So he renamed his barge
The SS Arrrrrrgggggggg
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Then hauled a$$ to Islamabad…
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There once was a bloke from Leeds
That came upon some seeds
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Pondering what was found
Inserting himself in the ground 🙄
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He later moved on to seedier deeds…
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Lady Limerix is her name.
Composing poetry, is her game.
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She writes silly prose.
While darning her hoes.
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By wildness standards, she’s not very tame.
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Lilly Livered Larry made his way down the street
Snarky expressions to everyone he’d meet.
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He had nothing nice to say
As the world was in his way.
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If karma hits he’ll trip over his feet.
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Long ago I had a parrot
That was very obsessed carrots.
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He’d screech and he’d squawk
In human and parrot talk.
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Instead I should’ve gotten a ferret…
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Sir Thomas Crapper was his name
Toilets and U joints were his game.
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Though his plumbing designs were toilet’s answer
He succumbed too soon to colon cancer.
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In memorium the loo now bears his name.
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Sir Squonk the dilettante was stubborn and true
With no self proclaimed limits to what his mind could do.
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This immodest expert on all
Couldn’t tell spring from fall.
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As the seasons were not his milieu.
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I know an artist named Missy
Who is anything but prissy.
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She makes art ever-reaching
When she’s not busy teaching.
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So she always keeps herself busy…
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There once was a lady from town
Whose face always wore a frown.
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No humor or concession
Can change her complexion.
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She looks like a sad-faced clown…
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There once in the city lived a man
Residing in a large garbage can.
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He danced and then hopped
Over refuse and slop.
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Since that was his life’s grand plan…
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We all know someone who’s a total shrew
But there is little that we can do
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Just complaining all the time
About the weather and crime
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And her elder sister lives in a shoe.
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Once upon a Wednesday time
The author couldn’t find a rhyme
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Near and far he’d search
But was left in a lurch
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Is he no longer in his prime?
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There once was an empathetic writer
In a blitz of creativity pulled an all-nighter.
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Writing haikus and prose
That tickled his nose.
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Not even writer’s bloque can stop this fighter…
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