Limerick Just for Laughs A lumberjack lived deep in the woo… But as he got older, he became mor… He doesn’t take a shower for weeks Yikes! His pungent body odor reek…

I’m Roboticous Personal hygiene robot All ready for you To service all of your needs Your very own slave for keeps

There once was a chappie named Mi… Who thought women should serve him… Till he met feminist Karen A fierce and righteous vixen And now he’s her enthusiastic femi…

They met in the summer of their yo… In a faraway place, a school up in… He’s a man of the world, that’s th… But she’s sheltered, living as Go… There was magic when they saw each…

Hundreds of poems have I written Few have read them, fewer care But what bug have I been bitten? And why do I continue to share? I guess writing has me smitten

It’s April, spring has arrived Warmer temps with lots of rain Perpetually overcast But hopes good weather will reign Buds break in twigs and branches

As dusk turns to dawn; day into ni… Our lives unfold thus; minute by m… Some brilliant as the early mornin… Others so somber, melancholy grips… We count the leaves in the tree of…

The pitter patter of the rain As droplets hit the window pane Soothed her much like a lullaby And she found herself in a dream Flying free, riding a moonbeam,

With no time pieces Yet they were able to see Days getting shorter The cavemen fearful Sun will disappear from view

Mid-October still blazing hot Need to find us sun shaded spot But it’s autumn, almost forgot Cooler it should be, then why not? Of course, yes! We’re in paradise

A few blocks away lived a grumpy o… He’s a loner, miserly tightwad, wh… Then he got older Dementia took over He forgot where he hid the cash, t…

Once upon a time there lived a som… He married a young lady who is a s… She talks incessantly while asleep While nightly he’s on a walking tr… They lived not unhappy for at nigh…

His life’s a carousel, round and r… No ups, no downs; nowhere his dest… A pointless voyage, to somewhere n… And in his grasp, a one-way ticket… He wakens, the day’s a mirror of y…

the movers came today; three short, muscled guys one by one they carried all of his possession… to the yellow truck,

Been raining all morning Grey gloomy the sky In a darkened room I sat Thinking, half awake I love inclement days