Well… Darn

Life is but a sea of sorrow,
Its waves oft batter me;
Woken have I in the morrow,
To find I’m out of *tea*.

On Hair

A mustache can complicate blowing your nose,
And I don’t really know why we’ve hair on our toes,
It’s a pain just to wash it and comb it all neat,
And when older you find that it’s beat a retreat

On Frogs

They are green
And they go “ribbit”
And I would not ask anything more of them.

Attempted Murder

A corvid party call went out,
From bird to bird to birder;
But less than three in all turned out,
Just an attempted murder.

Store Bought Is Fine

If a man
With no legs
Could crawl as fast as we could walk,
Would you deny him prostheses?
And yourself
To see him
Run like the wind?

Fourword

For those now gone