Patience

I’m lying watching spring leaves grow.

It takes a while as you well know.

At first the green is very faint,

But I’ve practiced by watching drying paint.

Untitled

John Johnson was fired from work
Where he had been employed as a clerk.
He now has no check.
He now has no title.
He’s a contestant in American Idle.

Street Light and Tree

If there’s wind at night it’s always certain
There are moving shadows on my curtain.
There are all sorts of scary shapes.
To keep them out I close the drapes.
But if by chance one should slip in,
There is no chance that it would win.
It would simply cringe and wilt
Because Mom made me a magic quilt.

Three Two-line Poems for One April

After drinking a quart of the local wine,
Herbert was prone to be supine.


He very seldom saw anything new
His commute was always déjà view.


Though many doctors may have tried,
There’s still no pill for excessive pride.