Poems Archive
Was He a Squatter?
The demon-possessed man went down to the gym
And returned home set free and surprised
A spirited workout was all that it took
For the demon to be exercised
Indians Like Hot Food
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Who the heck set you alight?
Fi-ery from tail to snout
Will someone put that darned cat out?
She Told Them Their Fortunes!
Clara the Clairvoyant has
The most ginormous shiner
If you could see it you would say
You’ve never seen one finer
Single-handed?
The palm tree isn’t married
And he doesn’t want a mate
He’s never short of company
He’s always got a date
Snakes Alive! Or … Not
The asp, escaping from its cage
Attacked an elk while on the loose
Surprisingly, the snake expired
Because the elk was venomoose
There’s Nothing Like Self-effacement
I tried to write a poem, trite,
But thoughts profound plagued me all night
As wit and wisdom made me stumble
I wrote, instead, one meek and humble
They Might Have a Joint Too
The cannibals, tomorrow night,
Will hold a finger supper
With lots of fancy canapés
And flagonfuls of grappa
Hounded Into Submission
The high and lofty eagle
Looks majestic and so regal
But I’m told it is illegal
If you feed one with a beagle
Obesity and Bulimia are Poles Apart
Old King Coal was a scrawny old pol-
ar type bear with black hair and bright eyes
The blame for his wasting away can be placed
On his fatuous flair for disguise
This Is Senseless
A pugilistic hermit crab
By name: Napoleontius
Was knocked clean out his shell one day
No, no, not dead — unconchous