Write a haiku?
I’d like to,
But today I won’t.
Instead you
Get this… Poo.
Care about this, I don’t.
Tag Archives: Short
Mirror Burns
I created a monster this weekend.
I call it “Ms. Evil Head.”
It’s like a mirror, but I gaze in it
And see your face instead.
Thor Throat?
My throat is sore,
My voice is hoarse,
But at least now I know
I can’t speak Norse.
Bargaining
Monday comes again.
Seems it happens every week.
Can’t we skip this one?
Four hours later…
Grunt and growl,
Hoot and howl:
These sounds are inspired
By the immovable bowel.
Filed under Poems
Autobiography
Somebody somewhere
Has a song in their head
As they write a short poem
From the lukewarmth of their bed.
Filed under Poems
