Injury Syllabic Poetry

cut my ring finger

The Chef’s Cat

Chef was the toast of Paris,
He fed the cream of the crop.
But no palate was as discerning,
As that of his cat, Madame Pennylop.

Musings of an Old Man — What if Bob Dylan Wrote Songs By Request?

I’ve got one I’d like to make

Wild Water

Karen Saves the Day

My niece and her friends went out for the day — 
That’s Karen, my dear sister’s…

The Undrownt

despite the Sea

tackle ten skies … if you have the plates to do it
pull apart the tin … and spy the…

There once was a guy in a striped nylon tie…

I once had this job, I don’t know why
The reasons were various
But one day came a…

Be My Baby (Next Week)

A Valentine’s Day parody of The Ronettes classic (with bonus verse!)

Sumwatt Cold

A Penguin’s Dream

that was sumwatt cold what you did to me
hiding your name … and the enmity
I…

Sonnet to Getting a Haircut

Seated rigid, by white apron restrained,
facing a cold mirror’s timid image,
first locks are shorn, follicles…