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 »