#doth
Was he smart enough to create this by design?
Did i underestimate his capabilities?
Was i wrong to marry a man in a polo shirt?
Beauty doth she dance.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 8:52 PM UTC
What is this great fruit?
All of life's bounty, in this one root.
The apple of the earth;
From the dirt it doth birth.
Bake, roast, mash,
All else goes to the trash.
The potato's taste is so fine,
Its versatility? Just divine.
***** fries, tossed in pies,
Potatoes are the best, no compromise.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
when just a whippersnapper
of a little boy
me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed
for doctor removal of my adenoid
less to prevent their only son
from being coy
than fear of said male heir
to the harris throne becoming an android
a less than agreeable likelihood,
especially in tandem
with predilection of goy
this fateful outcome unfazed,
this now green giant, not the least bit annoyed
as captain crunch (before childhood didst end
i.e. distend into middle age)
beckoned yours truly with “A HOY”
horrified that my parents would be so blithe
to steer their son clear to avoid
psychotic outcome to deliver obliviousness,
and thus bring inner joy
so, they sent their peculiar male progeny
believing himself to be Pink Floyd
who found himself evicted desperately,
and in sore need of gainful m ploy
so he began his therapy in orifice
er office of Sigmund Freud
who bore a striking resemblance
to a wooden pecked prickly shaped toy
(a pickle iz just a pickle)
this mental analysis delved into past –
outcome I felt less than overjoyed
despite boss be addressed as Oedipus,
and pay verbal homage that did cloy
dredging layered past devoid
of love, yet flush with fallacious
prevaricated abuse from mister Lloyd
Lavinsky, a demon of a grade school bully
forsooth sanity he destroyed!
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
wheel ding utmost pro lix:
scrum compulsions won
despite feeling dog tired, (like a ton
of bricks weighed me down)
while seduced by the sun
solar radiation from the sky didst lightly run
sans, i experienced
a weird wired wider sensation pun
knee sensation otherwise, this sun dry
older puppy nun
the wiser (feeling akin
to an overly sated book worm
to boot) on a Mon
Day, nonetheless, forced
by male incarnation from Lon
don, (via NON FAKE voices
inside my noggin) a potential ***
these tired eyes, could NOT stop reading
even with figurative gun
at my head, until only sluggish progress made,
which daunting task not fun
bore witness thru novel
(in this instance plotting thru - dun
know if fie could finish
One Hundred Years Of Solitude -
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
pea pulling his story with bun
dulls of Hiss panic
Alpha Numeric characters, -
per printed page punctuated
concluded with a period,
(premature mental dejected *********** exclaimed
how ah yee got trounced
by harsh obsessive compulsive task master.
"Nay unto you Matthew Scott"!
Uttered by exactly same grievous rot
while er...mailer daemon (as above, ***
tent shill slave driver subsequently not
quite ditto for identical bon mot
mind wielding **** mask kid ding lot
intonation, now setting me hot
to worry about my thinning hair,
the little atop nixed noggin aye got
as expressed vis a vis A previous poem
of mine titled 'Argh! I suffer the plight of Bad
Hair Year In One Day!'
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC