A Poem Missing the Word Woulda
and a tip of the lid
to the person
A Short Rhyme With a Longish Title
Do what you must,
And your friends will adjust.
More Common Sense From Mom
O, how much wiser I would be
If I could sit me on my knee
And pat myself upon the head
And say the words my mother said.
"My son," she said, so lovingly,
"You mustn't sit you on your knee.
You'll dislocate your lower back
And strain your sacroiliac."
A Poem I've Posted Before (And Am Now Posting Again)
Being loved by all is little fun
Unless you're also loved by one.
Words to Remember to Footnote When Judging Who People Are.
Always when judging
Who people are,
Remember to footnote
The words "So far."
-- Robert Brault