There once was a man from Ohio
Who didn’t put pronouns in his bio.
He works hard and makes money
And he married his honey
And why can’t this be status quo?
There once was a man from Ohio
Who didn’t put pronouns in his bio.
He works hard and makes money
And he married his honey
And why can’t this be status quo?
Filed under Poems
There are poems about love and nature
And poems about the nature of love.
There are poems about ravens and monsters
And a fancy silk elbow-length glove.
There are ballads about heroes and traitors
And songs about peasants and kings.
Yet sometimes one wants to hear ballads
About boring and everyday things.
And thus I composed such an epic
Of the trite, average, and bourgeois.
I sent it to publishers many
But I haven’t heard back so fa’.
So wish me luck that my venture
Into the world of cliche,
And should my venture fail, perhaps
You’ll read my work in “USA Today.”
Filed under Poems