• The Harsh Critic

    This writing poetry is fun.
    The wife said God help us everyone. The poems you pen are trash.
    I said your very brash.
    These poems I pen are art.... more »

  • The Morning After

    When I gaze into the starlit night.
    Ghosts and goblins are in flight.
    This is a scary time of year.
    I think I will have another beer.... more »

  • The Tea Totaler

    Through a blood shot eye I view the sky.
    They tell me it is blue.
    Through the other eye I see a bottle of rye.
    It is pretty to.... more »