Category: A Writer’s Life

I have a neighbor I don’t like He messes up my hair. He never does it to my sis And I don’t think that’s fair. A friend said I should mess his up, “Turn about” is what it’s called. “I can’t do that,” I told my friend, “Because my neighbor’s head is bald!”

Do you know a famous poet? They are few and far between. Dead poets are the only Famous poets that I’ve seen. So don’t ask me if I’m famous, I hope I have a ways to go, ‘Cause dead poets are the only Famous poets that I know.

Writing your first book is so traumatic; Finding a publisher is the worst. I think I’ve solved the problem; I’m writing my second book first.

I would like to send, to those in charge, A most important small petition. From time to time, I would like to end My sentence with a preposition. In the words of Winston Churchill, When he at last put down his foot, “That’s one rule of the English language, Up with which I will not […]

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 […]