Spock the Vegan Poems

There is a guy named Vogler, Wes
Who's writing limericks, more or less
He contrives a rhyme
In a stitch of time
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Hark! The end of the year is coming fast
And soon December will be past.
The new year will be an intrusion,
Unless, of course, time is an illusion.
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The hot tubs at the fitness center.
Are divine for people who enter.

When you are as old as me you ache.
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I went to bed - It was a peaceful night.
Until I was awakened to a horrific sight.
The attic door was opened wide,
South of my room, thrust aside.
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Snow was settled on the pine
branches and the steep roof tops.
A cold wind whistled through the trees.
Ice was getting thick on the pond nearby
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Palindromes are spelled the same in reverse:
“Esrow saw racecar was worse.”

Some of them seem like magic:
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Santa Brings Toys on Christmas Eve
For boys and girls who do believe
But for those who don't
He simply won't
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I have killed a lot of weeds in my life,
Pulled them, hoed them, and cut with a knife.
I have shoveled thistles in the meadow,
burned their seeds before they blow.
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My grapevine is wicking up water
from its myriad roots below the ground.
Capillary action for all to see, dripping
from cut-off branches does astound.
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Sheep are not to be feared
We get their wool when they're sheared
But if you count sheep
When you're fast asleep
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