April showers bring…
Poetry!
Every day, until the
First of May.
May my future
Endeavors achieve
Much higher
Levels of artistic
Value than the
One you are
Reading now.
Setting the bar pretty low. 😉
April showers bring…
Poetry!
Every day, until the
First of May.
May my future
Endeavors achieve
Much higher
Levels of artistic
Value than the
One you are
Reading now.
Setting the bar pretty low. 😉
And his worst enemy, shovel.
My neighbor discovered Mr. Snake on his front porch upon returning home from a doctor’s appointment. The meeting did not go well for the reptile.
The little guy wasn’t a danger, but my neighbor panicked. Understandable, yet regrettable all the same.
Rest in peace Snake.
Peace, people.
Open wide, don’t flinch
Now you’ll feel a little pinch
Then only numbness.
You call that a pinch?
Sonofabitch I’m wounded
Grievously woonthed.
Thit, now my tongue ith athleep.
Thit, thit, thit, thit, thit.
Here’s one of my all-time favorite episodes of the Carol Burnett show.
Some day the
World will demand that
Man should make amends.
I’m sorry, he’ll say, and even though
There’s hell to pay the
World will
Try to forgive him.
Because that’s the way of such things.
Man will explain, as best he can.
He won’t lay claim to the
Blame for planetary warming.
Nevertheless, the World
Will say, here we are:
Ice caps melting,
Oceans rising,
Droughts threatening.
You did nothing to help.
I’m sorry, Man will say.
I’ll do better next time.