By beauty I am not a star.
There are others more handsome by far.
My face I don't mind it.
because I'm behind it.
It's the people in front that I jar.
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I was born with anosmia (lack of sense of smell, yes, really). I mostly don't notice. However, I have to be careful when I write anything descriptive. Since I don't know what things smell like firsthand, I have to have someone review my work so I don't say something like "the meaty scent of fresh flowers wafted into the room".
That's right, I use a smell checker.
A witty truck driver named Tex
Was arrested, and likely suspects,
'twas the sign on his door
that caused the uproar
It read simply 'Oedipus Wrecks'
There was a golfer from Verdun
Who was not to be outdone.
To avoid glitches
He carried spare britches
In case he got a hole in one.
What do you call a jelly bean found on the beach?
Sandy candy.
A centipede from Syracuse
Played 2nd base for the Backyard Blues.
He was two hours late
Reporting to the plate
After tying all of his shoes.
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Because it had too many Guy Ritchies and not enough road signs!
A man with two chins
Built bicycles for twins
He had on hand
A suitable brand.
Called them Siamese Schwinns.
For discerning collectors of antique communications equipment
With tears in my eyes, I am weeding my collection, selling a few precious items. Feel free to share with anyone and everyone
https://stlouis.craigslist.org/atq/d/saint-peters-antique-vintage/7846818097.html
There once was a lady from Spain
Who was sick as she rode on a train.
Not once, but again--
and again and again--
and again and again and again.
There once was a man named Clegm
Who had a great deal of phlegm.
Ahegm, ahegm,
Ahegm, ahegm,
Ahegm, ahegm, ahegm.
The once was a woman named Pat
Who just ate butter and sat;
She withered away
Until one day
Nothing was left butter fat.
Did you get that joke about the ceiling?
Me neither. It was over my head.
A corpulent maiden named Kroll
Had a notion exceedingly droll
At a masquerade ball
Dressed in nothing at all
She backed in as a Parker House roll.