I used to have FOMO
I did not want to miss a thing
Continue readingMy ghost is quite mischievous.
with late night teasing
not one bit pleasing
she thinks she is ingenious
Continue readingYou are wrong, so wrong to worry,
when you say I want to rob
your precious little job.
That mistaken notion could not be
close to what I want for me.
Continue readingIt is with a heavy sigh
I could not find a rhyme
this particular time.
Well, I best not tell a lie
I didn’t even attempt a try.
Continue readingI’d like to write a poem
about a little orange turtle.
But I have to make it purple
Continue readingWhen I woke up,
my knee cried for attention.
“I’m not the young knee
I once was,” it complained,
Continue readingThere is something about you
that bugs me so
I can’t put my finger on,
I just don’t know.
Continue readingThe wind came for a little chat.
I said, “Okay, but I’m a bit busy for that.
Sit in a chair
right over there
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