It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Saturday, July 23, 2022

A Poem Excluding The Talented Tenth Of The Entire Population

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Everything you say
is either automated
or banal
 
Talking to you
 Yikes!
 
I'd rather have
root canal
 
©  PAUL OLIVERIO  
With Mrs. CarPeo's Punchline
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 23, 2022 at 6:59 PM

    Maybe I should be careful what I say here:
    I wouldn't want to inspire you to get root canal.

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    1. Paul OliverioJuly 23, 2022 at 7:00 PM

      Quite the contrary:
      what you wrote made me laugh.
      Thank you

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    2. AnonymousJuly 23, 2022 at 7:02 PM

      Is it true that Mrs. CarPeo's punchline
      —spoken first in her publishing house—
      was suddenly appearing all over Manhattan?

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    3. Paul OliverioJuly 23, 2022 at 7:09 PM

      Not only is that true but AT LEAST three other times
      creative phrases that first popped out
      of her luscious mouth circulated quickly
      around the city of New York.

      Not bad for a girl from Brooklyn
      who presently dreams about NYC
      at least four times a week.

      And it pains Mr. CarPeo—her lesser half—
      to admit he is never in
      any of those dreams

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