Old Man Wolf

Now, Ah ain’t no picky eater
Ah cain’t hardly hunt no more
But Haller-ween? Ain’t nuthin’ sweeter!
Piggies holler down mah door!

Box of Rocks

I woke up with a simile
Refracting in my head
Bright shades of meaning bathing me
As I lay still in bed
But as I drew my fingers through
My oily, knotted locks
Those wondrous words
Like frightened birds
Flew off, as lost as dryer socks
‘Til five remained
Which, unexplained,
Torment me. What am I to do
With“…like a box of rocks?”


Half-past ten
And once again
My poem’s late
It isn’t midnight
Though, and so
I’ve time to write
Before I go
Three hundred second
Verse this year
It won’t be reckoned
Worth a cheer
But better this
Than nothing, right?
[Boo! Rhubarb! Hiss!]
Well, tough. Good night.

Dogged By Controversy

Diabetic dogs received
Injections made from pancreatic
Aqueous extract of cattle
And from symptoms were reprieved.
Though they must have been relieved,
Their net gain, overall, was static,
Drafted as they were for battle
And for Science’s sake deceived.

As it happened, protests loud
And long ensued, but not from PETA:
Nicolae Paulescu’s racist
Views turned off the Nobel crowd.
Two Canadians–McLeod
And Banting–managed to repeat a
Lot of N.P.’s work, the basis
Of their Nobel, they allowed.

Credit should be jointly shared
By all concerned, since all were cogs
In that Great Med Machine. Who dared
Contribute most of all? The dogs.

Giant Mistake

Castles built on clouds are dumb.
Heavy stones on water vapor?
Why not armor made of paper?
Sure, the harp and goose are happy,
But this giant’s life is crappy.
Looking downward makes me shiver.
Pizza drivers won’t deliver.
Now this beanstalk’s poking through
The cirrus. Seriously, who
Would ever choose a life like this?
Cloud 9 does not equal Bliss.