Doing Time For Felonious Doggerel

in Poetry

you me fricassee,
to filigree a casserole,
you Dish.

with our own
dot. and dash-
now anachronistic


honey, money
can’t buy
what we,
me, more than thee,
now need

find fine time
to trick that
tick tock


insert your


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

Latest from Poetry

Click Bait Gate

I once thought in paragraphs admittedly in the occasional italics but the
Go to Top
%d bloggers like this: