The colored leaves of Autumn
Were sweet, naïve, and tame
But all of that changed
When the leaf blower came…
They shuddered and whispered
And were blown like a flag,
Then they wiped themselves off
With the maple leaf rag.
Tag Archives: Dirty Mind
Seems An Odd Thing To Screw In
You ask about plumbers,
Bankers, musicians,
Comedians, Atheists,
Boxers, physicians.
You ask how many
Of each it would take
To screw in a lightbulb
For goodness sake!
You look for an answer
And I have one for you;
For each subgroup listed
You only need two.
How many it takes
Isn’t the question to say.
You ask how do you fit two people
In a lightbulb anyway?
Filed under Poems
The Daily Travesty 