June 6, 2011
Once upon a white canary – When the moon was really scary – Came a phantom knocking, knocking – Knocking on my golden tooth. Snap and snarl, I bit and slashed him – Awkwardly I gashed and bashed him – Reeling down and moaning, moaning – Ghoul! I found most horrid truth!
June 1, 2011
Oh, I remember Samantha fair, the girl with ravens in her hair. How they got there? Who can tell? Not James K. Polk or A. Graham Bell. Oh, I remember Samantha fair, the girl with ravens in her hair. And when they carried her off in flight, I was the one who stole her […]
May 15, 2011
An exceedingly seedy young seed was determined to learn how to read She started with Joyce, an unusual choice for a seedy or unseedy seed *Limb ricks are featured in RAKARA, due out Tuesday from Wild Child Publishing.
May 3, 2011
Venison is good to eat Especially if you’re fond of meat Even if you’re vegetarian You’d like it better than random carrion
April 27, 2011
Silver bears and golden eagles have nested in my heart, Silver bears and golden eagles are tearing me apart, Silver bears and golden eagles made a ruin of my life, Silver bears and golden eagles have run off with my wife.
March 3, 2011
This is the hill of Jack and Jill. The well is right behind me. I stumbled myself, a clumsy elf and cracked my crown on an oak tree. Drat, I tell you! Zounds!
February 6, 2011
Parker Minus and Hilda Plus married under an overturned bus They honeymooned near the firth of Forth and went to live in Dakota North Soon disappearing from history’s notice they left behind their lone son Otis Otis became a noted attorney haunting many an ambulance gurney Alas he died without any issue excepting three bastards […]
February 2, 2011
There was a Young Person of Fallon Who drank lager beer by the gallon When admonished, she uttered, “Do you like your buns buttered?” That salacious Young Person of Fallon
January 24, 2011
There was a Young Man of Woonsocket Who kept a live owl in his pocket Whenever it sneezed, he fell to his knees That tipsy Young Man of Woonsocket
January 13, 2011
The fastest fly in the land loved to perch on any hand, To show his speed at beating slaps, he sat on noses during naps, He also loved to hang around a barbecue or picnic ground, But one fine day he grew too bold, and tried to work with a bad head cold, He settled […]