Your poems are winning, hitting like a blackjack 21
swishing as game ending championship 3-pointers
Emulating a one move 50 pt. Scrabble tourney score
your solid sonnets are Knights on King Queen forks
They're fresh grilled albacore w/lemon tartar sauce
a Haagen-Dazs sundae w/dollop of whipping cream
Your monumental odes tip Mt. Everest's inspiration
the rhyming kite you're flying 'tis quite high indeed!
One more day to rise and shine
Sweet grapes ripe upon the vine
Another shot to drink fine wine
Before we sink into the brine
One more day to seal the deal
Currents strong against the keel
Another dawn to take the wheel
Before we bed the bluefin reel
One more day to make the most
Clear skies bright along the coast
Another dusk to make a toast
Before we meet the on high host
Well now that's a great poem
contains both humor and joy,
and one very happy little boy
With healthy food, warm bed
the care of one strong mother
indeed quite uplifting brother
A poem a day
Meat for the mind
A bit of prose
Oft set to rhyme
A poem a day
Perhaps one more
Off and on three
Or even four
A poem a day
Sway for the soul
A pinch of pap
Words on a roll
A poem a day
Most fruitful bread
Fit comfort food
For pith well fed
Karen began with the Rhoades Brothers,
back in the California Republicans of '73
"Tourists go home!" Peter cries cynically
he shouts it proudly, lips curling his glee
'Pon road rages in a fast-food fight,
big coliseum riot two wrongs right
at the drop of hat over no big thing
fisticuffs before we step in the ring
Sucker punch at a drunk bars stool
while Mr. T escalates I pity the fool
Karens and Kens aping rant videos
rotting to the core this reality show
Once I realized how weird,
awkward in my own crust
Self-conscious, paranoidal
I become after I consumed
Crock potted cannabis oils
strangely I still want some
I'm surreally frustrated
surfing evolution's wall
still so badly developed
Our monkey hand grips
yanking banana's swell
side way's non-solution
Winner, winner rhyming dinner,
picked a poesy of pickled poems
huffed and puffed, blew a sonnet
ate an ode dog with rime upon it!
I like this one the most
that's our best rune yet
Heretofore I doth agree,
never better does it get!
My poem's on top
of this poem pile
Saluting for
a little while
But all poems drop
in this poem place
Recaptured as
a warm embrace
My poem's on top
of this poem club
Collecting dust
Ah, there's the rub!
