Please don’t call
or I may just cry.
I will not answer
but may certainly die.
Category: Humour
Gnome in a Jar
I once met a gnome
who lived in a jar
and he told me a tale
of his travels “afar”.
The Spider’s Plea
“Oh my!” Proclaimed I
as I spotted my foe:
a big hairy spider
with at least fifty toes.
Why Does The Sun Make Me Sneeze (and Other Terrible Things)
Why does the sun make me sneeze?
Why does spring air suffocate me?
Why do mosquitoes make me itchy?
Sara
There once was a woman,
Named Sara Harding.
In the year 20-something
her midlife was starting.
Her hair nearly gray
And her mind turned a
Untitled
A poem about hating something, with an unexpected twist.
Cliche, Isolate
A poem about boredom, social isolation, and meaningless, positive cliches.
Dear Upstairs Neighbours
A short poem to my upstairs neighbours, who are especially loud during social isolation.
A Pandemic Poem
The sun is so warm
And the tulips in bloom,
But I’m stuck indoors
For the end-of-world gloom.
The “Joy” of Christmas
The joy of Christmas Comes our way, With awkward talks And parents’ dismay, With grandparents asking “Why not visit more?” To which you reply, “this year for sure”. The same twenty questions About school, work and love, “What’s your plans for the future?” None of the above. But finally, turkey, And all the wholesome…