Let this cop's sad story be
part of our stored memory.
She was so consumed by lust
she became a bit nonplussed,
and distracted by the gloom
she did enter the wrong room.
When she saw a man inside,
she let loose -- the man, he died.
Sex with guns, if I may preach,
ought to stay out of our reach.
@britsham
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I wonder if that painting from the thrift store that I bought
is actually a Rembrandt that is really worth a lot.
Could it be that Claude Monet designed my coffee mug?
Jackson Pollock, I am sure, conceived my bedroom rug!
Oh, I am rich, so very rich, with all these artsy things,
that I am gonna start to wear top hats and diamond rings.
Appraisers, come and gaze in wonder at my miscellany --
then start the bidding at a million with a rich Bahraini!
@ReisThebault
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I haven't lost a single star from my own cooking shack.
Of course, it ain't too elegant and we don't serve cognac.
I open up a can of beans, add ketchup and hot sauce,
and come up with a dish that all my customers call 'boss.'
I give 'em lots of crackers to soak up the tallow grease,
and let 'em chow down all they want until they grow obese.
The secret to good cooking, as all French chefs ought to know,
is get your meat from Hormel and your spuds from Idaho!
@bellwak
"Social media is a bunch of jiggery-pokery!"
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