Category: A Writer’s Life

Sis said, “It’s raining cats and dogs!” I was eating apple strudel. She said before she came inside, That she had stepped into a poodle. She watched me as I penned these lines And told me it should be a crime, For poets to add useless words To try and make their verses rhyme. My […]

I saw a turtle In a shell, It seemed to fit him Very well. Now I just wonder, D’you suppose That I can buy me One of those? What are the colors One can choose? Do they make them in Reds or blues? I asked the turtle If he knew, Where I could buy me […]

The politician had a fly That was circling ’round his head. “That fly is really bothersome, It makes it hard to speak,” he said. “My daddy calls them ‘circle flies,’” Said a young lad who sat close by. “They always circle ’round someone They think is gonna tell a lie.” “Are you calling me a […]

How many poems do you have to write Before you call yourself a poet? How many poems do you have to write Before they’re so good you know it? How many poems do you have to write Before agents beat down your door? How many poems do you have to write? I guess I’d better […]

I read a poem The other day, It didn’t rhyme, To my dismay. You ask me how Was one to know It was a poem? They told me so. Scribed in lines Both crude and terse, They said that it Was called free verse. Why it was verse Was hard to see But one could […]