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Details | Personification |

A Tribute to a Major Appliance

Sub-titled: What’s in YOUR Fridge?

Please allow me to introduce myself:
My name is Ms. Fridge A. Daire
I stand tall among my lesser cohorts
and MOST of them really look up to me

However, I have two problems:
First, I’m FED UP with my owner
He's always opening my door
reaching deep inside (Oooh yeah!)
helping himself to my goodies
without EVER cleaning me out
or scrubbing me from top to bottom
Doesn’t he know a woman has NEEDS?

Then there’s that stupid stove next to me
who’s constantly flirting and making passes
Says he wants to ‘warm me up’ and ‘defrost’ me
bragging that I’ve ‘got the hots’ for him
which absolutely makes my Freon boil!
Of course, I always give him the cold shoulder
by freezing him with my famous icy stare
and responding, “Simmer down Four-Eyes"
or “I don’t date shorter appliances"
But he’s always cooking up something else...

So I asked my owner to move me to another spot
He said he would if I wasn’t so heavy...HEAVY?
What kind of thing is THAT to say to a lady?
He also claims there’s no other place to plug me
PLUG me? Who does he think I am anyhow?
I found it quite crude and vulgar! ANYWAY...
I suggested an extension cord and he blew a fuse!
Geez, no wonder he’s still single...


Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Her Sense of Humor

A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.

Hell.  It was just a joke.

One evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?”
I responded, “Of course I still love you.
It would take much more than pounds and cellulite
To make me fall out of love…it’s true.”

Hell.  It was just a joke.

“Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked.
I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.”
“But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.”
“Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.”

“If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife?
And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded.  
I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe.
You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.”

Hell.  It was just a joke.

Then, she whined and whined about her butt.
I responded, “Want to knock some inches off that ass?
It may sound strange, but I heard it works….
Rinse all your panties in Slim Fast.”

Hell. It was just a joke.

The next day, I readied for work, took ‘undies’ from my drawer.
They were engulfed in a fog of white, why I didn’t know.
So, I asked, “Honey! Why did you put talcum powder on my shorts?”
She slyly smiled, “That’s not talcum powder.  That’s Miracle Gro.”

Hell.  It was just a joke....I guess.

So, what is my wife’s most endearing feature?
Her sense of humor.... there’s no doubt.
Always a smile where angst or anger might have been,
A smile I never want to be without.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme royal |

Burns night - My Toast to the Lassies

Well, it’s thanks to my friend, Neillie, that I'm standing here today;
He captured me down at his shop as I reached out to pay.
He said, “I have a job for you, and you've twelve weeks to prepare.”
I thought, my God - he wants his toenails clipped or help to dye his hair!

Now, a toast that's for the ladies; Lord, wherever will I start?
He said, “That's nothing rude or nothing crude, but something from the heart.”
So, I scratched my head and searched my soul; I was’nae getting far.
It seems that Neillie's harsh restrictions took out half my repertoire.

Anyway - Oh the Bard, he loved the ladies, and oh how they loved him back;
Seems a poem's all it took those days to get them in the sack.
No wonder he liked writing of the love that hid within,
Which explains his suave and healthy look, and how he kept so trim.

If only it were like that now; I’d write for all I'm worth,
Grabbing every chance I could each day to nail another verse.
And my wife, she would be pleased for me at all my new attention,
And I'd be thin from running scared from too much pain to mention.

Now, once my business took me roaming to each corner of Great Britain,
So, I catalogued the ladies; just the ones that I was smitten.
Well, Welsh girls they took hours to please, and the Irish take some beating,
And the English girls are very, very nice if your ears can take their bleating.
Ah, but Scottish girls are best by far; as steady as a rock,
But, if by chance your eye should stray, you'll wake withoot your cock.

So I married one, with no regrets; best move that I've made yet,
And I love her dear, with all my heart, in a life with no regret.
For like the Bard, I settled down when love could get no hotter,
But compared to him and his wondrous works, sure I'm just a ditty jotter.

Oh Sweet Ladies, you are dear to us - where would we be without you?
In wrinkled clothes and motley beards in a house of straw and cow poo.
Without you we would just exist - watching football in a bar;
Just sitting, drinking, laughing, eating, drinking…..and sleeping in the car.

Dear, Sweet Ladies, we don’t kid ourselves; we know you have us beat,
Hence why we hold the doors for you, and chairs each time you seat.
We love to do the chivalrous stuff - it makes us look the strongest,
You see, we have to make the most of things - you live the feckin longest.

Well, at last it’s time for me to stop - and give you chance to mingle,
And I'll make peace with my dear wife, before I'm Facebook status: single.
Now, gentlemen, I ask you all - please charge and raise your glasses,
And join me in a bumper toast: “To the beauty of the Lassies.”

Copyright © Dennis East | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |

Kims Poetry Gym - Tribute Limerick

An eloquent lady named Kim
works her Words at the Poetry gym
Limericks put on mass
while Haiku takes spin class
and her Couplets are healthy and trim!

This limerick was written for my 
Soup buddy Kim Patrice Nunez. 
Thanks for your positive input 
and excellent support. Hugz!

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Great Community Builder

She's funny, pretty, and smart
Personality off the chart
Supportive, knowledgeable, and kind
Her comments are a treasure to find
She hehe's like a fool
I think she's perfectly cool
You've probably guessed from the clues
Community friend Susan Woo:)

    October 24 2016

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |

''My Funny Little Poet''

When I am sad I go to a certain chick; A poet and friend by the name of Jan, Of her limerick writes I am a big fan, Happiness and smiles with just one click. ~~ I dedicate this poem to Jan Allison, a real funny poet and friend. ____________________________ November 14, 2015 Enclosed Rhyme For the contest, Who Are The Funny Poets Sponsor, Judy Konos First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart

Copyright © Katrina Salem | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

For Jan Allison

You live on an island not at all on an island But smack, in the middle of life, The center of our small word loving society If it weren't for you, I had drowned In that Soup-sea of incomprehensible rules for autists. It isn't strange for hubbies to say: "I love you". So there you go ;) Ask your first hubby if we can share to eternity and back, because that would be so lovely. Jan, life kicks us so hard sometimes but we kick back with a vengeance! One day we'll swim that canal and meet halfway on our rubber duckies Smiling broadly and drinking ginger tea. *** February 18, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Viagra and Beer

Too much Viagra and beer.
Too much Viagra and beer.
My wife was out of town,
I hit every club around.
Each time I'd hope to find
A horny woman here.

Country Bob's was the last club that was open.
Near blind drunk and horny, but I was still hopin'.
A pretty woman gave me a glance,
Smiled and said, "Nice pants.
Honey, I'm ridin' if you're ropin'."

A few hours later, I was in a Helluva mess
She's still ridin' hard and screamin', "God, this is the best!"
I was dizzy and light-headed. I had pains in my chest,
But she wouldn't stop long enough to call EMS.

When I came to, I was home in my own bed,
Next to my lovely wife; and this is what she said:
"I picked you up at Country Bob's, my dear;
And there's gonna be some changes around here.

You were fantastic last night;
So, I only think its right
If I supplement your diet 
With Viagra and beer."

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
She treats me like a king,
Says I make her body sing;
So, She makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
Yeah, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.

We're like newlyweds. 
I need a break sometime.

Submitted by: Buzz O'Words
Written: 3/3/14

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Programmers Paradise

Hubby was talking about the job he was at: when he suddenly…
Got into the ‘Computer Programmers Mode’. Where absolutely…
Everything became ‘DITS & DOTS, and DARS & FARS’…
No more caffeine for Hubby any time this week, at home!

This lingo of his, only belongs at work, where he IS an Uber Geek.
But here at home… you gotta know… he’s only talking to me!
It must be like the dreams he has, with reams and reams of code.
And tables of papers are stacked to the ceiling, or maybe to his nose.

It’s an APP-APP here, and an APP-APP there, to tie the Data to his code.
Make it go faster! Make it go smarter! In his own little world, you know.
His eyes have glazed, as his fingers flash over his fancy keyboard at home.
If only me, his little old wifey- poo, could get such attention as this, to know.

At least, he keeps my computers running, like crazy, and way up to snuff!
Now if only he’d give me the time of day… to get my own work done.
With a type-type here, and a type-type there: I definitely blow his mind.
He’d fix my typing, if only he could, with a new app, well designed.

The ‘Trouble with Tribbles’ is nothing, as when confronting an Uber Geek.
Microsoft falls into a hush, as they whisper out his name and fame complete.
For Halloween, he hooks up electronics, with apps to animated programming…
Never Fear! Hubby’s here! Next, the Turkey will be clucking binary coding.

He made Santa a GPS, which goes to mars and beyond: It’s simply otherworldly.
But now he’s talking in binary code… I hope Hubby’ll land home, soon, surely.
For with DITs & DOTS, and DARS & FARS it’s getting way past midnight.
I know he’ll be back to earth soon, tho, for it’s time to say goodnight!

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

Details | List |

I love

I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch.  I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much.
 I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile.  I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while.
 I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you.  You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
 I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep.  I love how you bite your lip when something turns you on. I love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet.  I love how you drink Dr Pepper. Morning noon and night.  I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight.  I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet.
 I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start.  I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.

Copyright © mandy cabral | Year Posted 2012

Details | Pantoum |

Hip Hip Hurray-Debbie's Birthday

Debbie's birthday Hip Hip Hurray, all ku no play National ku day! Hip Hip Hurray gift some haiku, National ku day I write,you too! Gift some haiku chocolate no more, I write you too one,two,three,four! Chocolate no more cake of haiku, one,two,three,four haiku in a queue! Cake of haiku mind your syllables, haiku in a queue how many candles? Mind your syllables not less not more, how many candles behind the back door:) Not less not more must be perfect, behind the back door dump all mistakes! Must be perfect all ku no play, dump all mistakes Debbie's birthday!! © kash poet ============000============= *Wish You a Very Very Happy Birthday Debi. Placement:1st; (September 2012) Contest: It's My Birthday Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi =============000=============

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012

Details | List |

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good

Copyright © mandy cabral | Year Posted 2012

Details | Bio |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Summer of '95

red and curious, looked up as
two lips 
kissed with passion,
and sins waved farewell
to leaps of faith

on a gorgeous afternoon
in Jardin des Tuileries.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Limerick |

Tormentuous Tribute


Have you met the new poet in town?
Here's a hint so he's easily found:

If you thought Tommy Boy
had a knack to annoy,

wait til you've been Tormented by Clown!


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |

Economics 101

One to the next is its mother
Each fiscal cliff breeds another
There's no golden goose
Oh brother, this chain noose
Causes all commerce to smother

Kick debt ceiling blues in the groin
With Ponzi whose scheme we should join
He's someone now dead
For the platinum head
Of a trillion buck magic act coin

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Claire's Hair Salon

Don't come here but please go there
For this is what I have to share
About our dear hairdresser Claire.
She'll never catch you in a snare
Because her prices are more than fair.

She will cut your hair layer by layer
And will not let your head go bald or bare
So there is no glare for us to stare
And she will help you grow long wanted hair.

In this verse I have been more than fair
And if I am not I do not care
For soon I will be committed or declared
I will end this with our love for Claire
Who always has an outward flair.

So there!

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Opossum My Possum

A tribute to Walt Whitman

Opossum! My Possum! Your fateful journey has ended; your flesh torn and tattered; the curb was so close, the horn you did not hear, children screamed, my eyes keen to steer the minivan. Heart pounding, Opossum! My Possum! Heed my shrill pleas! Here Opossum! “dear father!” Your curly tailed offspring mourn while hanging from a nearby branch. Oh the drops of blood, slightly protruding tongue between pursed lips. I gaze upon your black pearl eyes as I drive by. “But I, with mournful tread,” drive off to the soccer game, as you lay squished and dead.

Copyright © JP Armstrong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

Elderly Driver On The Highway

 Elderly Driver On The Highway

This is something to raise a laugh and  a guffaw or two…
I’m pretty sure all readers here will agree with me too…

A  patrolman was holding watch over the heavy traffic on a busy highway…
And all makes of vehicles were zooming along this and that way .…. 

Suddenly coming into his sight was this car doing a slow 22miles an hour….
He looked up from his speed gun  in disbelief, looked down again astonished…

In all his years on this job,  he has encountered only merrily overspeeding drivers …
He was stunned, to say the least, as he signaled the slow car to pull over…

The sedately family car was nondescript and  filled with 5 elderly ladies…
The driver herself was easily in the late fifties, pushing on to sixty…

Duty bound, this patrolman asked for the driver’s details and queried her driving..
True to his caring nature, he had a perfunctory look over,  then issued a friendly warning…

He stressed the potential dangers on the highway when a car travels too slow…..
Safety would be compromised, to they themselves and to the many others…

But the sweet old lady, she protested that she was precisely doing the legal speed limit…
She even pointed to a road sign conveniently nearby, she was doing exactly the posted limit..

A moment of stunned silence, of bewildered comprehension before our stalwart patrolman blurted…
“But, ma’am… that’s not the speed limit! That’s the number of this highway, Route 22!”…

The elderly lady driver was duly embarrassed, and apologized  sheepishly over her genuine mistake..
Thanking the officer graciously, the little old lady was relieved at not being ticketed… 

Properly chastised,  the elderly driver delicately shifted gears to continue on her car  journey…
But the sight of the other old ladies , ashen faces and wide eyed looks prompted another query..

“Ladies , are you all ok? You haven’t said anything! I see you’re  all looking quite upset!”..…
The elderly lady driver, pushing on to sixty, responded rather sweetly in her innocence…

”Oh, they will be okay, officer.  We have just got off safely from  Route 119!”
With a flirty little wave, she throttled and smoothly eased her car back into Route 22..

Leaving behind a very flabbergasted patrolman pushing back his cap, frowning and wondering what to do next?  Ho, ho, Ho! What a gas!
Inspired By A Facebook Posting – Highway Patrolman Shocked By Elderly Driver

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

What a Beautiful Mind

An ideal renaissance man
A polymath
Did you know a Mona Lisa
You have a beautiful mind

They said the Earth was the center
You said the Sun
On your death bed you published truth
You have a beautiful mind

You have wrote classic symphonies 
You can not hear
You still had faith in your music
You have a beautiful mind

Most people are oblivious
They can not see
Only concerned with frivolous 
If you only knew beauty

All knowing transparent eyeball
You see nature
Remind us of why we are here
You have a beautiful mind

Eighteen hundred poems hidden
A chest of words
Treasure, you'd rather be the one
Miss Dickinson
You have a beautiful mind

Chasing after a beam of light
An abstract thought
You understand our universe
Albert Einstein
You have a beautiful mind

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2013

Details | Clerihew |

Not, yet

I dreamt myself as poet-frog
And good Fancy` Fairy
Would stoop to pick my verse…
But she didn`t come.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Love feast

Love feast             by Steven Hudson

I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.

Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Who Are Those Truly Funny Poets

Who are those truly funny poets,
The ones that really tickle me
With anecdotes or jokes that
Are funny as can be?

Who are those truly funny poets
Who, every once in a while,
Put a rhyme to funny thoughts
That really make me smile?

Who are those truly funny poets
Who can change my mood from kinda sad
With just a few well chosen words
To make me kinda glad.

Who are those truly funny poets?
Those folks deserve kudos;
Each smile’s a moment of happiness,
And everybody knows…..

If you make others happy,
You’re special.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

Mr wiggles the stuffed punk pig

Mr. Wiggles the stuffed “punk pig” , he wasn’t always this way. Before the safety pins in his little nose and “Dead Kennedy’s” patch on his soft, fuzzy, pink back, he was a loving, clean, attractive piggy who was afraid of the dark. He sewed black and red string into his adorable little ear because he thought it would make him look like a rebel pig, then he got experimental with sharpie, permanently drawing stitches on his non-existing lips all because of the music he flooded into his head. Then after the piercings, he got into tattoos. He has a black and red “C” on his chest and a black dotted “C”  with a little black heart on his hip. It’s pretty sexy huh? He got it for someone but that someone loved another.  He has big, child like  eyes that can mesmerize you. They aren’t blue or green or even brown, They are black eyes that just stare deeply into you. He is also very small, not like the other kids. He used to get beat up when he was a little piglet, Maybe that’s why he tries to be all tough now. He’s a bubble gum pink, maybe that was a factor in him getting beat up by all the other farm animals so much. He had low self esteem and a eating disorder, that's why he is so skinny for a grown man piggy. He hated the way he looked, he was ashamed for being born a pig because they have such bad reputations of being dirty, sloppy, and lazy. He didn't like his feet most of all because they were ugly and gross, pig feet are the definition of this but his are abnormal they were disfigured and very, very pink, not like the other animals with smooth hooves or webbed feets. His are piggies feet that no one will end up ever eating. They look like something Ariel would collect under the sea. Mr. Wiggles wasn’t always a bad piggy, under his thick, fuzzy skin he is soft and plushy pig. One thing that never changed is that he loves affection such as hugs, they are comforting and secure. He smells like a warm breeze and something sugary. He may act tough but there is much, much more then meets the eye.

Copyright © Cat Way | Year Posted 2012

Details | Limerick |

Kim On Poetry Soup

A clever cookie and a good looky,
But certainly not a poetry rooky,
She always enjoys writing some,
Then stretching out in the Philippine sun,
Let's hope she never plays hooky.

Copyright © john williams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

In The Spotlight

Let the spotlight shine
And let the music out
Don't waste no time
I need to dance about

Singer in the spotlight
Giving his songs away
Makin' life feel just right
At least just for today

Float me off from here
I need to see the sunlight
Maybe I'm not clear
I need to get my head right

Help me out this time
Play my favorite song
Even out of time
You can't get it wrong

Singer in the spotlight
A million miles away
Makin' life feel just right
Can I hear him play

That's the very one
I can float away
Even when it's done 
Another one should play

Don't take that bow
Don't go away
Do you have to leave now
We all want to play

Singer in the spotlight
Let us hear you play
Makin' life feel just right
Oh please won't you stay

The show goes down the road
May be back one day
Pay the bills I owed
Put some cash away

And when they come back 'round
Well you never can say
If my money's sound
Could be on my way

Singer in the spotlight
With his band at play
Makin' life feel just right
Never go away

Copyright © Steven Clark | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

My Refrigerator

     Hi! Refrigerator

   Congratulation to the inventor
    Accept my greeting
   You are just amazing 
   High- tech manufacturing
   In food preserving
   Avoiding daily cooking
   Causing time saving
  The most important factor
  You hold calm and cold character. 

  Early August Standard Contest by Brian Strand

Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |

Me and Eeyore, On the Year of My Birth

Just          my mother tryin for 
anothur          moment of agonised , blisful but
nevurending          hapiness, sharin with no one hur 
uninterupting          joy until my overly large but othurwise
average          head appears and the docter says, "anothur
regular          ordinary baby, happy new 
year          I'm sory, what did you say his name was"


Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |



                       Lord Gravity , 
                           the king of kings
                           through" hands on" science
                           Taught me things--                                                      
                           From plopping 
                                         apples on my head
                           To plopping men
                                         Upon my bed.

Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013

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