Stupid green features
Mindlessly pause computer
Just when you need it
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Had a profound thought
But forgot to write it down
Now it’s gone, dammit
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They’re modern women
And yet they still expect you
To pick up the check
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Feeling like a cork
Cast adrift on life’s ocean
Age does that to you
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It’s an absurd world
Your hovercraft full of eels
My dog with no nose
Sunny summer’s morn
Bright on Mountain Ash’s fruit
Autumn comes apace.
I still expect you to open the door for me
You pick up the check
and I will pay the tip
too bad, modern gal
this is the world you wanted
we’re splitting the check
Tons of lovely hay
Sheltered, stacked to the rafters
No cycling this week
If we are splitting the Check
I am driving
and you’re not complaining
Jezzy, the syllables per line go 5/7/5.
Until you get that straight, you can’t have the car keys.
Trees toss in the wind
“Like sails” says fool; I reply
“But going nowhere”.
“I may be a cad,
not fit to marry, but still,
I got your cherry.”
I should have kept that to myself, once her family catches up with me, it turns into
“When hung by the neck,
my collar becomes tight and
my ass grows so heavy.”