TREMBLING JOE

May 28, 2016

trembling joe was a formidable foe he wiggled when i wagged i feinted here he feinted there my spirit sadly sagged in a final thrust i placed my all he danced aside adroitly i fell undone he pulled a gun and winged me by the oak tree

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A POEM

May 23, 2016

this is a poem not about owls it’s also not about goats it’s mostly about the way cheese is made with a small offhand mention of boats oh milk oh rennin (boat)

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FARMER LIMERICK

April 28, 2016

There once was a farmer named Bill Who sat on the top of a hill For days and for days, and his neighbor Al says, ‘If he’s not gone, he’s sitting there still.’

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PINK AND WHITE

April 20, 2016

pink and white had a fight and when they were finished and done white and pink shared a drink and agreed that neither had won

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YELLOW BIKE

April 3, 2016

cruel yellow bike! yellow bike! dawn yellow bike! yellow bike! snow yellow bike! yellow bike!

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THE SASH – A NONSENSE POEM

March 8, 2016
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He wove a sash of chocolate He wove a sash of ice When asked to choose which one to wear He said, ‘They’re both so nice. I’ll wear them stuck together with a paste made out of rice.’ And off he went down the lane trotting like a collie He paused beside a prickly bush […]

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THE ESSEX TRAGEDY LIMERICK

February 28, 2016

A Nantucket whaling ship met a whale mighty angry, you bet, setting in motion upon the vast ocean a nightmare no one could forget

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THE TAME BUFFALO POEM

February 27, 2016

tame buffalo wallow well, my own, my true snort the fingers of the land pry at the heart mist sorrow strangled chimes

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A POEM WRITTEN BY A LOON

February 6, 2016

once upon a time ago and yet on bended knee 30 million artichokes sailed across the sea to visit with a clavichord in 1963 and lo upon arriving they were driven to a mall and stacked in stacks of twenty to make a lengthy wall the clavichord remained aloof secluded in its hall an open […]

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THE SECRET OF MARVIN HAY

January 30, 2016

the secret of marvin hay will be revealed on the 3rd of may from asking me questions refrain i don’t want to miss my train i’ll leave you with one final thought what goes up must come down maybe not

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