Here’s my pocket poem for the year 2024. Since I’ve written it myself I hope that it won’t be a bore. Three stanzas are all I’ve got

This poem stays in my pocket Until I take it out And read it to somebody That’s what this day’s about. Thanks for listening to my words

That fucking groundhog Saw its damn shadow today Thanks a lot, asshole!

Rhyme some words or maybe don’t. They’ll make sense unless they won’t

If you won’t be on Donald Trump’s enemies list You’re no friend of mine

Your music hasn’t aged a bit, although the rest of us surely hav… Whenever we hear your songs playin… it’s as if 1984 has magically retu… and everything that’s happened sin…

That Bruce is really something el… Making me drive all the way to Da… And on the Fourth of July, even! Had to miss the family barbecue an… My Uncle’s been kind of a jerk to…

There was a young puppy named Gus Who charmed and amused all of us. While on a retractable leash He darted all over. Yeesh! It made Meg and John want to cuss…

Ellos no conocen la fria de Chica… It’s chilly at night in early Oct… Really cold weather has yet to arr… Those who haven’t experienced a M… are in for an unpleasant shock whe…

How do you mourn for a relative that you never got to meet? It’s really not that hard to do. First, you must realize that all o… are “related” in some form or fash…

In 1980, the 12 year-old that I o… purchased a 45 RPM single of “Em… So much of the world from back the… is gone, and will not be coming ba… But at least the Glimmer Twins ar…