I do not wish to write a poem today. I'm tired and do not have an ounce of wit. I can't think of a blessed thing to say, And if I did, it likely wouldn't fit In fourteen lines; my thoughts could be so small, They'd barely fill a stanza, or they might Require a … Continue reading January 16: Meh
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January 15: A Soonerism Sponnet
When due to lengthy days my grain brows tired My langurative figuage can get skewed, As if my cerebellum is woss-crired, Producing oddities that round quite sude. These stunning cunts of speech make consequent That I am comprecult to diffihend. When only I can tell just mutt is whent, I'm tempted to let dilences sescend. … Continue reading January 15: A Soonerism Sponnet
January 14: Life Lessons 3,284,925 to 3,284,934
Keep dogs away from bushes on your walks, For food and varmints draw them by the nose. With rubber boots, eschew short cotton socks Unless you like them crumpled at your toes. When eating ramen, cool it as you slurp. Gel pads in old brassieres can spring a leak. Horchata plus prosecco equals burps That … Continue reading January 14: Life Lessons 3,284,925 to 3,284,934
January 11: A Sonnet by Hildegard, Überdachshund
I survey my kingdom, bushes, grass and trees, My eyes are keen to catch the slightest twitch, My nose is primed to catch scents on the breeze Like me, the Feline Menace is a bitch. For when our borders daily I patrol, And I flush out the hissing, fluffy foe, The Idiots in Charge think … Continue reading January 11: A Sonnet by Hildegard, Überdachshund
January 5: Onomotopoea Sonnet
Drone. Ribbit. Humm-- Bark! Woof! Sniff! Baying howl! Crunch-Crunch-Crunch. Snap! Crash! Rustle! Dash-Dash-Dash! Pant-Pant. Sursurrus. Swallow. Silence. Growl. Crunch-Crack! Snag-Rustle! Squelch-squelch! Hurk! Ker-splash! Rush rushing; Murmur, Hissing, Gurgle- Thump! Gasp! Dripping dribble! Moan. Ka-CHUNK! Ker-BLAM! Whizz! Tchick! UH! Sprint-sprint-sprint! Snag! Bump! AIEEEE! Scrunch! Cough! Gasp! Rasping. Wincing. Slam!-- Clasp. Hoisting. Squishing. Gasping. Whew! Honk honk! … Continue reading January 5: Onomotopoea Sonnet
January 3: Mising Leter Sonet
As a new standup comic on the stag Whose never-tested japeries fall fat, And facing down the hostile masses’ rag Must tap reserves of courage in his hat- So I, when looking down this rocky rod I took not knowing what would lie ahad, Must persevere, though failure bumps forebod, And hope the hindrances won’t … Continue reading January 3: Mising Leter Sonet
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