Todd Giberson Poems

The day was dull so on a whim
I microwaved a Twinkie
A minute one, a minute two
The snack turned shriveled, shrinky
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I

See the mailbox with the bills -
Always bills!
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On behalf of the slime mold I make my plea
Let's treat them, please, more kind-i-ly
Let's not ignore them when we meet
Nor waffle-stomp them with our feet
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Phones were scanned and quarters clinked
Cards were swiped as signals blinked
Wipers swished, horns beeped
Buses rolled, traffic creeped
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A bowler whose name was O'Malley
Would drink with each frame he would tally
He slid to the gutter
Like rentals on butter
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Madagascar Cockroach hissing
Awesome pet! - they try to say
I'd rather have gourami kissing
This and any other day
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A cowhand from old Amarillo
Once trapped him a plump armadillo
He had a fine meal
Then by stuffing the peel
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