Grab a Syllable or Two, Add some More is What you Do. Stress them Up – Unstress them Down, Bobambic Foot is your Playground. Then you Ask those Feet to Walk, Imagination never Block. Rhythm then Starts in your Head, Metallica to Grateful Dead. Rhyming Words are Sure the Key, In this Style I Share … Read moreBobambic Grantameter
I got Conned by a Nine-year Old, my Granddaughter Truth be Told. Her request Was quite a Chore, had to Play it On the Floor. Took a While to Get down There, Bent my Parts and Said a Prayer. Humiliation soon to Come, way Before … Read moreGrandpa’s Mastermind Diaster
I’m partial to the Zip-up Hoodie, Wear It like a Hoodie Should-be! Cool in Front – Warm in Back. I’m a Hoodie Maniac. Quarter Zip or Over-the-Head, “Just not Right” this Rhymer Said. Slip, Fit, and Zip the Key, Easy Peasy – One, Two, Three. Those that Wore the other Styles, Saw no Reason for … Read moreHoodie Play
I tuck In My Undershirt, any Day I just might Blurt: “You may Look but Never See, A Butt Crack slide Up on Me.” Paste it To the Underwear, my Own Recipe I Swear. Ingredients involved are Rare, bribe me But I’ll Never Share. Use a Little – Use a Lot, Not too Cold – … Read moreI Tuck in My Undershirt
Life is Filled with Memories, Come and Go so Cleverly. Some are Good – Some are Bad, Some are Happy – Some are Sad. In my Case my Brain is Drained, by a Memory that is Stained. When I Walk to my Garage, reliving It in a Barrage. Offered to Run her a Bath, secretly … Read moreA Stained Memory
One in a Million – One in a Billion, maybe Up to a Gazillion? Lotto, Lightning, Not the Case, Talking ‘bout a Parking Space. Parking Lot on this Date, seemed as Large as a Small State. Filled with Cars for Miles and Miles, People walking without Smiles. Drove my Family to the Gate, this is … Read moreUp to a Gazillion