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Monthly Archives: August 2016
Hopping Sad
My sweet, expired kitty cat Is haunting me. It’s either that Or she bequeathed her favorite flea To me in perpetuity. She must have known I’d not be bored So long as there’s a hopping horde Of parasites to raise … Continue reading
Nightmare
Pretty horsey of the night, How come you give me such a fright? You’re sweet as candy in the day; At night it’s like I stole your hay! I’m just trying to get some sleep. You’re scaring off my counting … Continue reading
Available For Parties
Now, I don’t want to bring you down Or turn that grin into a frown Or drive your bus to Bummer Town But, hey, it’s what I do. When lemonade is needed, I Rain sour pickles from the sky. I’m … Continue reading
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The Welsh Moron
The finish line recedes as fast As all the milestones I’ve passed Until at long and weary last I recognize the stick One end of which atop my head Is tied with twine; from t’other, thread Suspends the treat toward … Continue reading
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Tagged carrot, carrot and stick, cartoons, moron, motivation, pony, stick, Welsh
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The Price You Pay
I don my borrowed skin And grin To welcome the hereafter How near the demi-year? Begin The fabled months of laughter
Somnambulism
Somnambulism: That’s when you Get up before your sleep is through And go about your night as if It’s day; though when you wake you’re stiff, You’re pleased your FitBit says you’ve leapt To record step-counts while you slept. I … Continue reading
Kneeblets
I’ve stacks of sacks of frozen peas Inside my freezer. When my knees Are sore and aching, then I need ’em. When I’m hungry, though, I eat ’em.
