His name is Nick,
He writes rhymes that are sick.
He has a beef farm to sell steak
He uses insecticides to remove ticks
Nonetheless he farms fruits which he picks.
Tough to fight,
Difficult to write,
Hard to unscrew, it’s too tight,
Not coke its sprite,
Not tomorrow its tonight,
I am not obese am a couple of pounds light,
It’s dark, shine the light.
I want to place a bet,
I want to play a music set,
I want to cuddle my pet,
So that I can take it to the vet.
The butcher slaughtered the meat,
Under the sun’s high heat,
As he stood on his feet.
The farmer planted the crop,
The director designed the film’s prop,
For it to be ranked top.
After writing this poem, I will stop, shop till I drop.
I always wanted to work with job and bob at my dream job as a cop writing parking tickets near the shop with a badge on top listening to pop music with pods stuck in my ears. Armed with my stop watch I signal motorists to stop and watch the traffic lights.
In the event we go out, make sure you have logged out from the internet.
I have a perfume business, I have mastered dozens of scents to the point I know what my client needs without a sent whats app request.
I trip severally, that’s when I remember the saying everything is not meant to be.
It is after lent period that Jesus told His followers He’ll descent.
Until then, I always cement my relationship with God to avoid the devil’s torment.
It’s too soon to predict when the monsoon winds will start blowing.
We never eat until its noon.
Baboons don’t blow balloons.
Spoon-feeding is what students nowadays want instead of using a harpoon to fish knowledge.
In camp Lazlo cartoon, Lumpus came out of the large cocoon.
I have to nail my sale of pail on a board, otherwise my employer Will, will wail and say that I am a fail yet I save to sail in the boats of Uhuru Park. Dear friend will I ever make a good sale if I am narrated in every tale to be ranked as the tail? I need you to help me to recover from this fail or I will go where I hail from.
God will educate
He teaches things that are great
to swim, ski and skate
poetry reading
poems to us will be feeding
in I am leading
Poetry reading at 1100 AM EST
every 2d Saturday of the month.
To ask a stoner about the universe
will teach you more than a monthly subscription
about love and lies and free verse
take what resonates, and act with conviction
To live for the hope of it all
will teach you to feel it in your nerves
but don't stare too long at the mirrorball
and take what you get - get what you deserve
Every Wednesday my company has a meeting after work.
Not a drinking, carousing, laughing, eating meeting.
Rather a staid, sad, depressing, numbers are down again meeting.
It has taken on a depressingly steady downhill dour attitude for eleven months.
To entertain myself, I study the players.
Chostsy, who wears her dresses too tight, and plays with her legs.
Barney, who perpetually looks at his phone under the table.
Dramada who apparently has no life and never wants to leave.
Just as we start to go, she asks a question.
Only it is not really a question. It is always something more.
A way to obtain accolades, attention, or credit for something.
She likes to be noticed, and apparently has a terrible home life.
She keeps the meeting going for another horrible extra thirty minutes or so.
Every month the same scenario.
One month Barney died, so I looked at my phone under the table.
Dramada raised her hand to ask the question just as we started to rise to leave.
“Sit back down!” the boss instructed us.
Apparently she has nowhere to be either.
I wish they would just stay and chat with each other.
The garden of Eden,
Daniel in the lion of den,
The stone tablets written without a pen,
The three wise-men,
The cock crowed not the hen,
All the commandments are ten,
Of all the disciples, none was named Ben,
The question everybody asks about Jesus’ coming is when?
My wife is a Registered Nurse
At 60, she still had "The Curse"
A Time Machine
Helped her come clean
But our Edsel is stuck in reverse
I have no nails to hang my sale of pails in a board. Otherwise my employer will wail and say that my fail would sail his business off course. Dear friend, will I ever make a good sale if I am narrated in every tale to be ranked as tail?
I need you to recover me from this fail or otherwise I will go to where I hail from.
I'm caught in a trap
A merry-go-round of events-
Life's monthly cycle.
Following is the April 2012 Monthly Activity Report compiled by the TSA.
I appears that Fred Feely Fingers and his pals do a thorough job, I must say!
Those diligent and dedicated folks earn their pay according to this survey.
For your information, I hasten to report their detailed findings without delay!
They discovered eighty-seven transvestites - terrorists - zilch!
Three natural blondes were detected - terrorists - zilch!
Fifty-thousand breast implants - terrorists - zilch!
Over three thousand serious hemorrhoid cases - terrorists - zilch!
Nearly fourteen hundred hernias - terrorists - zilch!
Eight thousand enlarged prostates - terrorists - zilch!
Don't you feel safer flying the friendly skies having learned these facts?
Having had our physical exams we can now board with confidence and relax!
(Let's pray those guys won't be so obsessed with us dropping our slacks,
That they let guns and strange-looking drawers fall through the cracks!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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