Tuesday, December 29, 2015

The Archaeologist, She Roams

The archaeologist,
She roams
Through dark and dusty catacombs,
In search of ancient, sacred
(And tombs.)

Monday, December 21, 2015

They're Going Out of Business There

They're going out of business there.
And, with their going-out-of-business sale,
Things are sailing off the shelves.

Why, yesterday when I was there,
Their hair care aisle was nearly bare,
With nothing but a lonely pair
Of scissors.

Friday, December 18, 2015

We two climbed too, to see the sea

We climbed the stair to get some air
and see the sea
my son and

When we made it there,
under skies so blue,
it was such a view!
All we could do
Was stare, and stare,and stare.

And as the sun
Fell on my son and
From head to sole
It warmed my soul.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

I Climb For Limes

At times I find
It aids my rhymes
To climb for limes
Out on the limbs

The Awful Waffle

It was an awful waffle
the author ate.
But that's what made
his writing great.