I’m busy as an ugly hooker,
Yet I have no free time
To clean the house or exercise
Or come up with a requisite rhyme.
The lazy Sunday model
Is how every day should be.
I’m doing the same this Monday.
Let’s hear it: Who’s with me?
I’m busy as an ugly hooker,
Yet I have no free time
To clean the house or exercise
Or come up with a requisite rhyme.
The lazy Sunday model
Is how every day should be.
I’m doing the same this Monday.
Let’s hear it: Who’s with me?
Filed under Poems, To the Reader
I slept in ’til nine.
It felt really, really good.
This is a haiku.
Filed under Poems
Sometimes one is inspired,
When in the morning he wakes,
To do and love and move and grow
And see the change he makes.
Other times that fellow
Awakens in the afternoon instead
And he writes a silly poem
Before going back to bed.
Filed under Poems