Walk a mile in my shoes…
but then bring them back
’cause I got to go to work.
Chagall 2019
Tag Archive: humor
Distracted this morning, I attempted
to drink from my cup of pencils,
nearly poking out an eye with
a sharp #2.
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We would meet up and lose our minds together.
You could say we had a cata-platonic relationship.
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While emptying the dishwasher, I asked him if
he would kindly separate the spoons, tea from table.
That was when he got abusive, around the very same time
he accidentally ran into the waffle pan.
© Chagall 2016
Please know that Carlos Chagall does not endorse violence of any kind, but I do chuckle at Roadrunner cartoons.
Warning: Must be 10 years of age or older to read this post
Act 1
Kneed in the balls.
Act 2
Need in the balls.
Act 3
Kneading the balls.
Coming soon: If sands or butts
© Chagall 2016
On a scale
from one to ten
just how good
was that chow fen?
© Chagall 2014
I’m singing in the rain,
just singin’ in the rain,
it’s a glorious feeling
that no songwriter should
have the right
to friggin’ copyright.
Love,
© Chagallito 2014
Ecclesiastically contested.
Unceremoniously censored.
Perilously pared.
Piquant?
Perhaps.
Illuminatingly metro.
Respectfully nuyorican
(not – as the spell checker has suggested – Corsican).
Aggravatingly a salted one.
Flighty, from too many stairs in buildings too tall
to mention in one breath.
Cheesy?
Maybe.
But as I go,
asiago.
© Chagall 2014
Currently
voltage and water
don’t mix
ohm my!
© Chagall 2014
So many things that we can break
start with the letter B:
bad, your back, his balls
the bank and bread
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 