There once was a Taoist from Taipei, Who knew all one could know of the Way. When asked for directions, He'd state his objections, "The way that can be stated is not The Way."
There once was a peevish standup comic. Whose war on hecklers would quickly go atomic. A heckler said, "You suck!" So, he hit 'em with a truck. A response neither timely nor economic.
There once was a team of architects Who double and triple checked the specs. But they faced a plight 'Cause left didn't check right -- So, the building's hunchback was hard to detect.
At noisy readings an angry old poet Would pick up one of his books and bestow it. When they would snicker He'd wish his book thicker, For it would flutter in air when he'd throw it.
There was an up-and-coming modern artist Who went by the pseudonym "Arthur Fartist." He painted with flair From his derriere, 'Til critics judged his work, "not the smartest."
The police questioned an old statistician Whose department had suffered attrition. "My memo was wrecked by auto-correct: Distribution of 'Poisson' became 'Poison.'"
She came to the party joking about her Dick, And was advised it was time to change up her schtick. Her husband Richard Was becoming triggered, Hearing her tell strangers she just loved her Big Dick.
There once was a lady with a mole, And, about it, she was hard to console. Examples were proffered, Such as Cindy Crawford. "But mine is dead, & it dug such fine holes."
There once was a Shakespearean lover, Who, in darkness, crawled under cover. Much to his surprise, Having no use of eyes, He later learned 'tweren't his lover, but another.
There once was a purveyor of fine cheese who liked 'em runny and stinky as you please. Limburger and Camembert hung pungent in the air. He built a drive-thru, snarky patrons, to appease.