Mooch Poems - Poems about Mooch

...The forest man He had bought a cabin in the woods near a lake he planned to go there after his divorce with no demand on his time, life would be simpler first of all, he needed a dog, the one ......Read the rest...

...Font Din Black so u real??? Warning! The following choppy, batty, dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, sketchy material prone to find the r......Read the rest...

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......Read the rest...

...Inextricably rooted with hair fixation As a lad in grade school, yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive, oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid, whose voice exhibited a severe nasal twan......Read the rest...

...Though amply rested, I still yawn And feel energized after light exercise doth spawn break through viz mental impasse, where endeavor to coax germinating ideas to sprout about as successful ......Read the rest...

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (closing in on the eighth anniversary of eighth orbit around mister sun), the following genuine sentiment Matth......Read the rest...

...Introduction: once again I incorporate my trademark penchant to fabricate fictitiously portions of the following poetic endeavor can you care to discern fact from fiction? Attempts at life......Read the rest...

...Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming... Thus spake Zarathustra necessitating donning layered clothing in tandem, especially trumpeting being with wise mind and economical exercising......Read the rest...

...When the ripples unfold, a story untold; far, far away. In the brume of the cold, my humble abode: far, far away. From a birds-eye view, I watch as they mooch, Pirates they loot off my roots. ......Read the rest...

...Leave me alone, I yelled to the kitten The almost adult one that stood on my head It’s four in the morning and where is it written That I should wake up when you wish to be fed Leave me alone, ......Read the rest...

...Shooting stars or meteor shower? Smiling eyes or evil glower? Friendly smile or sinister plan? Deranged killer or family man? Blue waves lapping or cold grey sea? Sunshine sky or burning skin?......Read the rest...

...Rays of moon are no longer a light To me, it reminds for what I was bright For me it feel the worst of all my banish At least my bars treat me well - not as me rubbish. How I went through the ......Read the rest...

...Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (early May 2021) the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son,......Read the rest...

...She looked at him concerned "Oh my God, we forgot the buns!" A barbeque happening Guests arriving Coals flaming Food prepared But nothing to put burgers on For their housewarming Hasty inst......Read the rest...

...Thee nonpareil Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan blessed honest to dog goodness her person doth bring never could her brother wish upon NON GMO (archaeopteryx, buffalo, chicken...) wing, and genuine pr......Read the rest...