Category Archives: Poems

I’m Sorry I Asked

“Why do you have a dog poop bag

“If you don’t have a dog?“

“I still have poop though, don’t I?“

-Conversations from my jog

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Golfing

One under is a birdie.

An even score is par.

One over is a bogey.

What I got is a Zanzibar.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Indian Fireworks Vs. The Legal Crap

Fireworks and fireworks!

Kazam! Kazee! Badoo!

One flies up and lights the sky;

It makes me think of you.

Fireworks and fireworks

Far as the eye can see!

One flies up and fizzles;

It makes you think of me.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

How To Reduce Noise Pollution And Increase The Average IQ In America In One Morally-Grey Step

So folks are setting off fireworks

On the night of July 3rd

And at first, I’ll admit I was tempted

To flip such folks the bird.

In the spirit of peace and happiness

I instead propose humbly

To instead give them drugs and fireworks

In massive quantities.

Sure, this year the death toll

May be massive, but I say

It’s a way to purge the people

Who can’t wait just one more day.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

9:30 PM

Body, toasty warm

Snuggled up with heavy eyes.

Bladder says, “What if…”

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

There Will Be Signs…

If I ever say

“Let’s play some Monopoly”

I’ve been body-snatched.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

This Isn’t Hanukkah… One Day Is Plenty

July 4th is a holiday

At least here in the USA

That’s currently four days away

But some folks think that it’s ok

To have a firework display

Every single night and day

Instead of waiting. Now I pray

That those people will go away

So when upon my bed I lay

Into dreamland I’ll go and stay.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Where Do The Colonists Sign Up?

So when you die the tax man comes

To take of your estate

While you pay tax on a hospital bill,

Pine box, and granite slate,

Then wear taxed clothes to the funeral.

You’ll arrive in taxed-gas powered cars

Which is why I will die as an astronaut:

‘Cause there’s no taxes yet on Mars.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Summertime

When I spray the hose

I can make rainbows appear

In our living room

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Jesus Christ

Sure, they nailed me to a cross

And death was sort of ouchy

But that isn’t the real reason

That I’m feeling grouchy.

Instead, I’m sick of folks like you

Always shouting my name

When you stub your toe or, I don’t know,

Get mad at a video game.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems