Caren Krutsinger Poet Monorhyme

Welcome To Hoot Owl Heaven

Welcome to Hoot Owl heaven the mama owl said.
Her potential date looked shocked. His name was Big Fred.
How many children do you have? He asked, his face all red.
Six?   He flew off swiftly, without even being fed.

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Andrea Dietrich April 13, 2022 at 3:50 PM hahaha. Love this one. you could do a spin-off of it and write a poem on Hooters, the restaurant. Caren Krutsinger April 14, 2022 at 5:05 AM I could but I won't. I am not a fan.

Rico Leffanta April 13, 2022 at 11:56 AM How did he think she earned her hooters? Caren Krutsinger April 14, 2022 at 5:06 AM I will not touch that one Rico.

Gershon Wolf April 12, 2022 at 7:21 PM OK. Ok. This is only tangentially related to your poem, but here goes: What's the difference between an inaccurate sniper, and a constipated owl?... Give up?... One can shoot, but never hit. Heh, heh, eh?! Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2022 at 10:28 PM I did not even have time to guess; my mind read the whole thing! GRRRR Jeff Kyser April 12, 2022 at 7:27 PM Okay, that's funny