The Archaeologist, She Roams

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

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.

We two climbed too, to see the sea

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

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
me,
From head to sole
It warmed my soul.

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.