Category: Poetry

Last night I wrote a poem But the words just didn’t fit, With syllables too many And the meter off a bit. A participle dangled And an adjective displaced, The metaphor intended No longer could be traced. The grammar was atrocious And the similes a crime. I am very proud of it Because I made […]

They were looking at their group picture, The first grade class of Mrs. Sotos. They were guessing what each would become As they gathered around the photos. “Look, there’s Sally”, one of them said, “She’ll probably be a movie star”. “And there’s Albert”, somebody else said, I bet that he’ll own his own race car”. […]

The three of us were standing there, One with a walker, two with canes. We were all there drinking coffee And discussing our aches and pains. Then one fellow dropped his car keys, While he was filling up his cup. We just stood there, three helpless guys, No one could bend to pick them up!

A man must have invented it, That diabolical machine. The cold unfeeling mammogram Made to mutilate and demean. Would men be so smug and happy If they too had to stuff and cram Their most sensitive tender parts In a woman invented man-o-gram?

Young Cheetah swung Out on a vine, In search of fruit On which to dine. Had the vine been Somewhat stronger, I could have made This poem longer.