My Friend Norman
my friend, Norman,
hasn’t changed one bit
since this pandemic began
if there’s going to be a new norm
it certainly won’t be him.
Deaf Shepherd
no sheep bleat
no sheep dog bark
the silence of the lambs
but still my flock is tended to
you can’t pull the wool
over these eyes.
Cistern
he’s been the same damn tern
since the day he was born.
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The Unbearable Lightness of Verse 6
he was a white rapper
she was a gift wrapper
at Crate and Barrel
they loved that whippersnapper, Jordan Klepper
and the affable, unflappable Jake Tapper.
The challenge over at dverse is to write a poem that ends in a rhyming couplet.
The Unbearable Lightness of Verse 5
Last mango in Paris
last tangerine in Tangier
last farrago in Flanders
the last, the final frontier.
Last rutabaga in Tobago
last almond in Algiers
last marionette in Mar-a-Lago
the last, the final frontier.
The Unbearable Lightness of Verse 4
he was a crashing bore
who lived by the shore
some days,
the tide stayed out
to avoid him.
The Unbearable Lightness of Verse 3
in a hive of inactivity
the problem is seldom the bees’ knees
he was just another cardinal error
afloat on a papal sea
she was an advocate for avocado
long before anyone thought of toast.
The Unbearable Lightness of Verse 2
blessed are the cheerfully inept
blessed are the relatively smart
blessed are the Johnny Depps
blessed are the Kevin Harts.
