He said that his upstairs neighbors Liked to stomp on their floor and shout. I asked, “Why haven’t you complained? Go ask them what it’s all about.” He said, “It’s not worth the trouble, It hasn’t bothered me so far, And besides, they only do it When I’m practicing my guitar.”
Category: Poems for Grownups
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Upstairs Neighbors
July 1st, 2004 — Poems for Grownups
Standing in Line
July 1st, 2004 — Military Humor
Sergeant had just finished ranting And now he was starting to rave You can’t wait till I die, he said So you can come dance on my grave. “Not me, one brave private answered” (We’ll notify his next of kin.) “When I get out of the service I’ll never stand in line again.”
Elephant Hunter
July 1st, 2004 — Hunting / Fishing / Nature
My daddy hunted little ducks I’d like to hunt much bigger game ‘Cause hunting little helpless ducks I think is really kind of lame. I’m told when hunting elephants You have to use some sneaky ploys. The first thing that I’d like to know Is how to carry my decoys!
Worry
June 5th, 2004 — On a Serious Note
I met Death coming toward our town, So I stopped him and asked him why… He told me that one hundred souls In our town had been picked to die. I rushed back to tell the people. I had to warn all of my friends; To let them know one hundred souls Were picked by […]
Blind Date
June 1st, 2004 — Poems for Grownups
Some of my friends had fixed me up, They said this guy was really great. They said that I had not yet lived Until I’d had my first blind date. He took me to a mountain lodge Where we enjoyed the day on skis. We had hit it off together So we were both intent […]

