Most things I don’t prefer one over the other.
Not so when it comes to the topic of peanut butter.
On my PBJ there is no but, or and if.
The spread must be smooth, creamy Jif.
Else it’s like a ship without a rudder.
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Syntactic ambiguity
Flies like . . .
Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.
On Track
Training for a race.
Racing for a train.
What is it?
I never knew how much I had, until I had much less. Now with great certitude I know what it was, I guess.
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Something Else
Some things are haunting and dismal, they just won’t leave me be.
Some days are dreary and dark,
No sunshine do I see.
Though these things would plague me, if they had their way.
I overcome their effect by recalling a happier, brighter day.
I have reminders of goodness to drive away whatever brings me down.
As I reminisce of these things a smile grows where once there was a frown.
These memories that I treasure once created have no end.
They were given in your simple words as you said, “You are my friend.”
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Like a Rolling Scone
There was a young man from Boston.
Bought two blueberry scones, but lost one.
Upon his return home;
He found it under a stone.
Ate them both to have none.
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Victory Dance
There was a young man from Lansing,
With an affinity for singing and dancing.
Advising members of the MSU football team,
On a celebratory end-zone routine.
To see an increase in touchdown passing.
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Downhill from Here
There once wss a man from Pierre.
A vaunted cross-country skier.
Gave up his sport for a bigger thrill.
Ever since he’s gone downhill.
Ended his hobby to make it a career.
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Location, Location
There was a young Moose from Bottineau.
Had a severe aversion to lots of snow.
To remedy the situation.
He moved South in our nation.
To Louisiana’s city of Thibodaux.
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Describe one positive change you have made in your life.
It Started When I Lost Something
An Atom walks into a pub and seats himself at the bar. The bartender notices the rather somber look on Atom’s face as he takes his order. Returning with a Manhattan on ice, the bar-keep inquires as to the cause of his client’s dour disposition. Responding in a rather glum tone, the Atom says, “For me it’s the worst thing that could ever happen. I’ve lost an electron.” The bartender in reply says, “Are you sure?” The Atom , “Yes, I’m positive.”
The Ethereal Scupper 