Category: Original Content

A sinkhole, so sudden and wide,
Swallowed the field from the side.
On a limestone mine built,
The ground felt no guilt,
Leaving players with nowhere to slide.

In Missouri, a lake’s gone amiss,
An alligator’s causing such bliss.
Residents, take heed,
Stay away, don’t you plead,
From this reptile, give it a miss!

In Connecticut, trouble did loom,
A manure truck met with its doom.
Homes and yards, what a sight,
Covered fully in blight,
In a smelly, feces-filled gloom.

A gamer from Jersey took flight,
To Florida, seething with spite.
In a smelly display,
He flew all the way,
For an unwashed dispute-fueled fight.

To the city of fish they all haste,
For a cure they believe isn’t waste.
With fish down the throat,
They cherish the hope,
Asthma’s grip might soon be erased.

Cicada fans gather with glee,
To feast on their finds from the tree.
They craft with the shells,
And in kitchens, they dwell,
Turning bugs into art and a tea.

Elephants, wise in their fame,
Call each other by a unique name.
For humans, quite sly,
They likely imply,
A dirty nickname with no shame.

A monkey in North Carolina once fled,
With mischief and chaos ahead.
But he found his old mate,
In a joyful twist of fate,
And threw poop just to say, “I’m not dead!”

There once was a man, such a brute,
Whose meaty obsession took root.
He’d feast without measure,
But faced a tough pleasure,
For his loo visits were quite the dispute.

There once was a goldfish, you see,
Found on a doctor’s lawn, a mystery,
Seconds from death it lay,
But went viral that day,
In the U.K., a fish’s tale of glee!

There once was a couple so keen,
Magnet fishing, a curious scene,
In the depths they did delve,
A safe they did shelve,
With over $100,000, a dream!

Hurricane season is here, brace and hold tight,
Winds howl, waves crash, it’s quite a fright,
With a doozy on the way,
Storms dance and sway,
Stay safe, prepare, through the day and the night!

In a Finnish library, a tale of delight,
An overdue book, returned in the night,
84 years it did roam,
To its rightful home,
A tome so long, what a sight!

A man, with his nose, quite the feat,
Typed records with snot and saliva, so neat,
Faster than light,
In a curious sight,
Nose on keyboard, his victory complete!

There once were CEOs, stars so bright,
With paychecks reaching an extraordinary height,
While workers toil away,
With little pay, day by day,
“Eat the rich!” the people cry, in the fight.

In the world of stocks, a trend took flight,
GameStop’s rise soared to astonishing height,
A meme stock reborn,
With profits adorn,
Investors cheered, what a sight!

In the cinema’s dim-lit domain,
A twist in the plot brought disdain.
A stabbing ensued,
In the theater, so crude,
Where screams replaced the cinematic refrain.

There once was a vote, oh so flawed,
Where choices felt shackled, and clawed.
But ranked choice came through,
With a big “F*** you!”
To the systems that left us in fraud.

There once was a flag, so renowned,
In its colors, the nation’s flag found.
But ask if it waves
For new states or graves,
For the traitors, history’s profound.

On Fuji, limits now imposed,
To curb the trash, dead bodies enclosed.
No more reckless climbs,
In those heavenly chimes,
A summit without filth, now proposed.

The science of the sun, what a sight,
Advancing each day, shining bright.
With fusion, it’s in luck,
Evolution’s grand fuck,
In its radiance, worlds take flight!

Yoga class with pigs, quite a sight,
Amidst snorts, they stretch left and right.
With oinks as their song,
They all stretch along,
Finding zen in the piggy delight!

In Thailand, a town in dismay,
Marauding monkeys causing fray.
Lock them up, send away,
That’s the plan for this day,
Hoping peace returns without delay!

Borg drink, a concoction so dire,
More lethal than Borg, I’ll inquire.
With each sip, a threat,
A perilous bet,
In its grip, no one dares to aspire!

Through the forest the ambulance sped,
To aid where help was most needed.
But alas, in the night,
A moose crossed its flight,
A collision of fate, where sorrow is spread.

Ed Dwight, in space he did roam,
At his age, an astral milestone.
With each orbit he’d chase,
In the vastness of space,
Proving dreams have no limit or zone!

In Oakland, a city of might,
Stoplights vanished into the night.
For copper they yearned,
So, stop signs returned,
A twist in the theft’s eerie light!

Taylor’s hat, so chic and so grand,
At auction, it finds a new hand.
For twenty-two grand,
It’s quite a demand,
In fashion’s domain, it takes a stand!

In the womb, where life’s yet to bloom,
Zealots whisper, casting their gloom.
They seek to control,
Women’s bodies, their goal,
In politics before a child’s first room.

In space, where the stars brightly gleam,
Nuclear weapons, a nightmarish theme.
Their presence would sow,
Destruction, we know,
A danger beyond any dream.

In the cosmos, two galaxies dance,
Their embrace, a celestial romance.
Amidst stars they twirl,
In a cosmic swirl,
A love story of galactic expanse!

“Call the cyber cops, hear the plea,
The cybers are hacking, oh gee!
They’re into our water,
Causing quite the slaughter,
In this digital calamity spree!”

In innocence, children they prey,
With schemes to lead hearts astray.
Parents foot the bill,
For the indoctrination drill,
As companies profit and play.

In the clash of the day,
Some wonder if burritos hold sway.
With beans and cheese,
Wrapped up as you please,
A sandwich by any name, I’d say!

In the Capitol’s tulip array,
Marijuana plants found their way.
Politicians must jest,
For in that flowery nest,
They’ve turned greenery to a different display.

A man in Alaska, so bold,
Sought snapshots of moose in the cold.
But he paid with his life,
In the midst of his strife,
For venturing where danger took hold.

In Texas, a gathering of Kyles,
Their numbers, they stretched for miles.
But alas, what a shame,
Not enough for fame,
Just a bunch of Kyles and their smiles.