The cannabis store:
off-limits, because my work
still does drug tests. Boo!
Still does drug tests, Boo
Radley does; so Scout told me.
Just ask Atticus!
Just ask Atticus!
He will tell you how to spot
a finch in the wild
A finch in the wild
is worth three in the rose bush…
or something like that?
“…or something like that?”
does not instill a sense of
confidence in me
Confidence in me
is usually quite well-placed;
at least, so I’m told.
At least, so I’m told,
but it might be a wives’ tale.
An old one at that.
An old one at that.
Old jokes no longer funny.
Some old jokes just groan
Some old jokes just groan;
is that right, or do we groan?
Hard to tell, sometimes.
Hard to tell, sometimes,
whether a joke is played out.
Oh look, it’s a stoat!
Oh, look, it’s a stoat!
Ogg, Orson Bean and Tami
know their Doper memes.
Know their Doper memes,
Even the really old ones:
I burning your dog
I burning your dog
A writer wrote tales of it
He’s Leon Tolstoy
“He’s Leon Tolstoy,”
said the history scholar.
Did I mishear them?
Did I mishear them?
Naming election’s winner:
Fuckface von Clownstick
Fuckface von Clownstick
Sounds like the sort of thing that
AI came up with
AI came up with
All sorts of nonsense, but they
Use it anyway.
“Use it anyway,”
my boss said, pointing to the
discarded wombat
Discarded Wombat:
Fifth name the band tried.
They’ll soon try a sixth.
They’ll soon try a sixth
of whiskey because a fifth?
It is not enough.