Dr Wingnut

Category: Humor

  • A Christmas poem

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    Dr Wingnut
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    'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck…How to live in a world that's politically correct?His workers no longer would answer to "Elves"."Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.And labor conditions at the north poleWere alleged by the union to stifle the soul.Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,Released to the wilds by the Humane…

  • Spelling checker

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    I have a spelling checkerIt came with my PC;It plainly marks four my revueMistakes I cannot sea.I’ve run this poem threw itI’m sure your please to no.It’s letter-perfect in it’s weigh.My checker tolled me sew.