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Soon after waking
My wife started baking
And said she would pull out all stops.
So soon we could eat
A really nice treat
Muffins, but only the tops.

I was bemused
And somewhat confused
With these thoughts, that I now confide.
For if she should stop
At only the top,
Then what’s on the other side?
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‘Twas the night before something
But alas to my dismay
In these politically correct times
What it is, I can’t really say.
Whatever I utter,
These days someone gets offended,
Even though I’m just talking
And no offense was intended.
I should stick to national holidays
But it would probably be my fate again
To wish someone a Happy 4th of July
An end up offending some Canadian.
So I’ve decided to just talk
And speak my mind out much bolder
So stop being so sensitive
And get that chip off your shoulder.
Though differences there are
In custom, language, and name,
When you take everything off
We’re all pretty much the same.
So the generic holiday character
These days now loudly exclaims,
As he whistles and calls out
The politically correct names
Now Tyrone, now Herschel,
Now Tatyana, now Juan,
On Melissa, on Devesh,
On Mohammed and Kwan.
If I have written anything
That has caused you some strife,
I say a Happy Holiday to all,
And just get a life.

by Geoff Weilert

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Listen now,
This story begins
With Juan and Amahl,
Identical twins.

They started their lives
As two from one cell
But which one was which,
No one could tell.

Juan was outgoing
And Amahl was quite shy,
When you would see one
It was usually Juan you would spy.

But you don’t need to see Amahi;
Because I hope you recall
That if you see Juan,
You’ve seen Amahl.

by Geoff Weilert

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Bagels so round,
And so good to eat.
You look like a doughnut,
Without all the sweet.

Doughnuts are fried
Covered in sugar mostly,
Bagels are plain
And are best warm and toasty.

Doughnuts go best with warm drinks,
In coffee you can dunk.
Bagels go best
When smeared with some creamy junk.
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Always ..all the time
That’s the way I am
Give me a drink
And I’ll go crazy…Damn!

MADD …wtf?
screw this shit!
get into the car..
And make it fit

To many bottles
To many glasses
this is what it’s cracked up to be
Don’t ya see?!

Love it
Hate it
Y not both?
it’s up to u my friends… now get off my boat!!!

Now hold on tight
are you up for the ride?
come on
no time to decide
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A photographer had to go to Bimbette and say
That his models father had just passed away
Understandably Bimbette was quite distraught
So he told her to go home because she ought
After she left, he got to thinking that he should
Have told her that he’d do anything that he could
So he decided he’d go to her house to see her
When he arrived she was siting alone as it were
On the front porch crying even harder than before
“What’s wrong now Bimbette” he began to explore
Sobbing she said, “I just spoke with my sister Sue”
“And she just told me that her father just died too”

by Paul Curtis

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At the wane of October, by the dark of the moon
When sidewalks and lawns with leaves have been strewn.
A chill wind comes blowing, north by northeasty,
And neighborhood fills with many a “wee timorous beastie.”
The streets become filled with witches and ghosts,
Superheroes and monsters, a seeming countless host.
They run ‘cross the grass to the well-lighted porch
Attracted and drawn, like the moth to a torch.
There sits by the door an orange, hollowed carved gourd,
With candle inside, to protect from the hoard.
Inside the door there sits a bowl handy,
Filled to the top with all types of candy.
The sound of the bell and a chorus of shrieks,
Announces the time for the trick and the treats.
Open the door, face vampires and hags,
And all sorts of creatures with wide-open bags.
Candy for all, they run off and then
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I can travel for days and days
Going both far and near,
No matter the distance nor the time
Where I am is always here.

Here is such a very large place
So I think I’d like to go there
But if I go there, I cannot be here
So the place that I am is where.

Where are you going, I am going there
But when I get there. I know I am here
And when I am where, I did not get there
So it means that I am lost, I fear.
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