Nine Crackers

Poems are chickens They are early risers The rooster is your masterpiece Sandra was not the wife of Botticelli Neither Sarah, Liz or Cherry Who gave birth to Venus? Words are fickle Go to the north They will kick on your ass from the south A brain fever bird does not cost a fortune A pen and a sheet of paper, a wrapper in winter A cup of Darjeeling tea All make a good poem " Ghost of Chicken" Lord, give me space Lord, give me pace Lord, give me peace Lord, make me night owl I am someone's wolf in his belly My new poem is RED HERRING My house has been burgled I have changed the name of my house FOOL'S PARADISE A cat has nine lives I have nine cats How many lives they all have? I am really confused. A canvas for a painter A sky for a poet He only needs glasses Three saints visit a poet The poet says hundred dollars He has lost his molars.