Middle age is a perplexity.
Only God knows the number.
It might be 40, maybe 65
til I’m half way to six feet under
Monthly Archives: May 2018
Evil brewing, stewing (funny poem)
There’s a chance I may be evil
(I’m testing the theory.)
The laugh in my head is now deep dark and baritone
instead of light and cheery.
To do (funny poem)
Hold your head up high
(your neck will do the work)
Deep breath in,
flash a smile.
Now get to work!
School notebook (funny poem)
“Teacher I’ve lost my notebook
so this Zebra will take its place.
I’ll stay within the lines
I’m just not sure how to erase.”
