They say he played the violin
With a sound that roused the spirit.
I traveled far, o’er hill and dale
Hoping just to hear it.
I was trulydisappointed
When I finally met the fellow,
For he played not the violin,
But the world’s smallest cello.
Tag Archives: Postaday
Rainy Day Man
Your eyes are like storm clouds. Your hands are like starlight.
Your words are like raindrops on my hot tin roof.
Your body’s a fog obscuring the bar light.
You’re sunny one moment, but the next moment… Poof!
You flood me with passion and soak me with ardor.
I need an umbrella to hold back your love.
When driving with you, seeing the road is much harder.
I need to go buy a new rubber glove.
You’re my sleep in Seattle. You’re my plain in Spain.
You’re cute as a snowflake and big as the sky.
You keep me hydrated amidst stress and strain.
You make me gasp, and say “H2 oh my!”
Rainy day man, you are my silver lining,
And for your cumulus I always am pining.
But once in a while you need to go hide,
‘Cause I’m getting sick of just staying inside.
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The Comedian
As loud as deaf people screaming
And mute people speaking their minds
In a concert hall ‘fore the music begins
While the mimes work their daily grinds.
And there I stand in the front of it
With a microphone in my hand.
I thought my jokes had been funny.
That’s the last time up-that-I-stand.
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Origin Story
There was a farmer’s daughter,
And Gertrude was her name.
She didn’t turn out all that great.
Perhaps her parents were to blame?
Her smile was like curdled milk,
All thick and full of germs.
She ate the milk that fermented
With her best friends, the worms.
One worm in particular
Was a rapper by his trade.
One day he greeted her, “Yo Gert!”
And history was made.
So when you eat your Dannon,
Yoplait, Greek, or normal,
Remember Gert and the gangsta worm
And don’t be so darn formal.
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Just Trust Me
There are very few problems
That cannot be solved
By a handful of raisins
And a baseball bat.
How do those fix it?
Is that what you said?
I was hoping you wouldn’t
Ask me that…
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Elegy for an Innova Blizzard Boss Champion Disc
What comes up comes down.
If that’s true, then why won’t my
Frisbee leave the roof?
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The Ballad of Meriwether
I don’t think Lewis and Clark
Were friends, like historians claim.
I think Clark forced Lewis to come
By threatening to reveal his first name.
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I Did Too
There was a teenager from Kiev
That people oft told how to liev.
He painted a plate
As blank as a slate
With all the shits he didn’t giev.
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Naked Prom
Gyration of the eyes and hips,
The longing of a thousand lips,
A table full of pop and chips,
And me there in the corner.
Five-hundred pairs of dancing shoes,
A playlist full of swing and blues,
And I’m in naught but tennis shoes
For lack of an adorner.
A dozen spinning disco lights,
Glow rods in their flinging flights,
Cast shadows o’er my lack of tights.
I pray I’m not discovered.
A shrieking piercing through my head!
I feel like I’m made of lead,
As I awaken in my bed
Where, yes, I am uncovered.
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May 25th
Sixty-one candles,
Two and a half beards
Celebrating your many,
Many, many, many years.
I wrote these stanzas
To know that you smiled.
Happy Birthday Mom
From your second-best child.
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