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Bill M Nov 2019
Fat, chunky, or obese,
Give me chocolate ice cream, please.
Chubby, heavy, fatty, flabby,
Orange sherbet like my tabby.
Big, gargantuan, giant, huge,
Melting popsicles in deluge.
Absolutely all, every single one,
Totally, completely, I am done.
Adjectives, adverbs, and the like,
Overweight learning, say “goodnight!”
Today's grammar lesson comes to life. Or silliness.
Bill M Nov 2019
I left for a time
because I felt like a mime

Nothing would post
Tech took longer than toast

I gave up on HePo
When saving was NoGo

Took writings to my blog
No feedback, but no bog.

FJ Davis liked something
So I came back a-wondering

If HePo worked again,
I'd jump right back in.
  Nov 2019 Bill M
Dada Olowo Eyo
Extending over many weeks,
The little one continues his tricks,
Kicking, turning and punching,
Almost ready to be the newest bundling.
My wife delivers our second this month. The feeling is unreal.
Bill M Oct 2019
Every effing day
I effing go to my effing wonderful job,
Where I effing listen to effing grown-ups
Who don't effing seem to effing know
How to effing make an effing sentence
Without effing using the effing eff word
Every effing other effing moment.
My effing students say the effing eff word
So effing often that they don’t effing realize that
They’re even effing using it; it just effing slips out.
So, when I effing say, “No, thank you,”
They stare at me blankly. “What the eff?” they ask.
“You said I should ‘eff this’,” I reply. “No, thank you. I’d rather not.”
For one or two effing moments, they effing realize that
Their adjective, verb, and exclamatory vocabulary has been reduced to variations of the same effing word, but then they resume their effing,
and the effing teaching moment is effing lost.

It effing drives me effing crazy!
I was sitting in my classroom on 10/31/19, waiting for my students, and all I could hear from the hallway was "f" this and "f-ing" that. I'd finally had my fill, and this "poem" was the result.
  Oct 2019 Bill M
Edmund black
Your vision lies
But
your mind has eyes
Poetry challenges you
To use them
And
See reality perfectly clear
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