Dad Monorhyme Poems

Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The...

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I have my bedroom guards the girl reassures her Dad.
Don’t worry, no one is going to get me, no one bad.
He had no idea how...

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Angry City Cat Netta was perpetually mad
Always irritated, bold, big and bad.
I want to change her said her boyfriend Chad.
He ended up raising a litter...

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Mama allowed her daughter freedom to dress her way
Noncustodial dad who rarely came by wanted to have his say
She dresses too provocatively, he said, but...

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I live in a forest treehouse the tiny man said.
Speckled duck called him a liar, his face turned all red.
I think he is telling the...

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It has been a long time.
Summer of sixty-nine.
Dad, Uncle Don, and I
Their decision to fly.
Wires, you control type.
I ran and walked inside.
For Pepsi cold as...

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On the first part of the journey,
I’m chewing nice toasty bread
all my toys down below me, 
dog’s ripping them to shreds 
This new world’s a...

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The 1965 Chevy Impala with aqua dice
parked herself downhill against all advice
From Frankie, Old Tom, Red Angus and Swanee Bryce
Her wheels slipped on gravel that...

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Framed picture of jubilant Mom and Dad
Brightens home with their smiles, constantly glad
Cheering family midst trials so bad
By their faith in God*, smiting being sad
Against...

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The tiny roly poly proud brown baby bear
Ate a delicious pink pear on a double dare.
It was from his big bossy brother, to be fair.
Which...

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Death led me to forlorn hope’s drain
along separation terrain
toward destitute-anguish plane
bereft of home anchor and brain… 

Once overwhelmed with grievous pain*
my afflicted heart did complain
questioning...

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My dad is bigger than yours she said.
It made me mad; I wished she was dead.
Took my anger to my Uncle Ned.
He started laughing, happy...

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UNMUFFLED

When the seventies came call’n
     With the salesman done a brawl’n
          ...

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When I was young we never had a naughty chair,
But we were invited to sit on a chair,
And we usually took up the option to...

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“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,”
	the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace!
	Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face.
	He’s our...

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