Archive for the ‘corny’ Tag
As always, I offer up more questionable poetry. Some people like this style and some do not. To me that makes for what I call “bad poetry”. If everyone loves and understands it, then it’s “good poetry”.
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I rush down the highway of my life.
Hoping that things I need and desire, will follow.
To feel, see and experience, the love, hate and strife.
Hear words that mean something and nothing, hollow.
The need to experience and taste it remains key.
The search for the reverse of me continues, can never cease.
Passing years and people have changed how I am able to see.
My mysterious other self demands fairness, the ultimate release.
A quantity known but not known comes to me after flirting.
Near hopes end a miracle occurs and love blossoms, smell the flowers.
Feel intense love, caring and gentleness, no more hurting.
That for which we all search is now mine and hers, ours.
The years of love and caring release me from my chains.
My life quest finally realized, my soul with its mate.
Melting together, love and tenderness growing my heart canāt explain.
My lover has taught me, what counts is love, not hate.
YOU’VE JUST RECEIVED YOUR DAILY DOSE OF BLAHHHHHHHH!
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Are you depressed about Christmas yet? Are you beginning to feel run down from all the shopping, the kids pestering about gifts, and all of the hoop-la weāve come to expect? Me too!
With that in mind Iām going to make an exception today. Instead of my normal bitching about Christmas, the holidays in general, or crowded stores and malls, Iāve decided to cheer everyone up with a little non-dirty Christmas humor. If you like corn (thatās CORN not PORN) then this will cheer you right up. These jokes are so corny I’m certain your kids, if theyāre young enough, will enjoy them. If theyāre older that seven all youāll receive for telling these jokes is a rolling of the eyes and shake of the head.
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Avery
Avery who ?
Avery Merry Christmas!
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Rudolph
Rudolph who ?
Money is the Rudolph of all evil !
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Wenceslas
Wenceslas who ?
Wenceslas train home ?
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Wayne
Wayne who ?
Wayne in a manger… !
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Donut
Donut who ?
Donut open till Christmas !
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Oakham
Oakham who ?
Oakham all ye faithful … !
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Snow
Snow who ?
Snow business like show business !
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Igloo
Igloo who ?
Igloo Suzie like I knew Suzie… !
Knock Knock
Who’s there ?
Mary
Mary who ?
Mary Christmas
Those jokes were so bad Iām almost ashamed to have posted them. Those were the jokes for the little ones, now itās time for a few for the adults. First for the women out there. Why Christmas Trees are better than Men:
MEN vs CHRISTMAS TREES
- A Christmas tree is always erect.
- Even small ones give satisfaction.
- A Christmas tree stays up for 12 days and nights.
- A Christmas tree always looks good – even with the lights on.
- A Christmas tree is always happy with its size.
- A Christmas tree has cute balls.
- A Christmas tree doesn’t get mad if you break one of its balls.
- You can throw a Christmas tree out when it’s past its ‘sell by’ date.
- You don’t have to put up with a Christmas tree all year
I donāt want you men out there to feel left out so here are your reasons why a Christmas Tree is better than a woman.
WOMEN vs CHRISTMAS TREES
- A Christmas tree doesn’t care how many other Christmas trees you have had in the past.
- Christmas trees don’t get mad if you use exotic electrical devices.
- A Christmas tree doesn’t care if you have an artificial one in the closet.
- A Christmas tree doesn’t get mad if you break one of its balls.
- You can feel a Christmas tree before you take it home.
- A Christmas tree doesn’t get mad if you look up underneath it.
- A Christmas tree doesn’t get jealous around other Christmas trees.
- A Christmas tree doesn’t care if you watch football all day.
- A Christmas tree doesn’t get mad if you tie it up and throw it in the back of your pickup truck.
I guess thatās enough stupid humor for today. I have to ration it out carefully until Christmas because I wouldnāt want any of you rushed to the hospital with your āsides splittingā. HO! HO! HO!
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