Bob Grant

What if We were all Mind Readers, turn our Brains to Info Eaters. With this Gift there’s Problems Sure, work them Out and We’ll Endure. If we’re Walking in A Crowd, reading Minds could get Too Loud. We’d have Something we Now Lack, small Antenna’s in Our Back. Could direct To one’s We Want, to … Read moreWhat if We are All Mind Readers?

Came to Us when She was Two, even though She wasn’t New. Family Couldn’t keep her There, brought her Home without a Care. Clean her Food Bowl every Day, is there Any other Way? Brush Her in the early Morn, figured That is Just the Norm. Has a Pillow in our Car, Satin as She … Read moreCupcake

Got few Teeth left in my Mouth, other Parts are headed South. Painless days are Kind of Rare, but at Least I still have Hair. Spend more Time to take a Leak, knees when Bending start to Creak. Pills that Most days Fill my Hand, doctors Trips that Are not Planned. Marching close to Seven-three, … Read moreI still have Hair

Simple Me – Not Simple Times, Simple Does – Those are my Rhymes. No Deep Meanings I can See, If there Are – It’s news to Me. Bazaar Thoughts to Paper Wed, least There’s still Some in my Head. Words just Flow to my Creation, in It’s Simple Formulation. Hope the Rhymes from my Brain … Read moreSimple Me – Simple Rhymes

Sock, Sock – Shoe, Shoe, Sock, Shoe – Sock, Shoe, If you Wear them – Which one are You? TP roll at last Gone to Bare, Top or Bottom pull from There? Swipe your Pits with Smelly Stuff, Same or Random is Enough? Salt and Pepper on your Food, which goes First or do you … Read moreWhich one are You?

“SPAM” – Mystery Mixture in a Can, Cut it, Fry it, In a Pan. When was First out On my Own, Kept me Fed – Do not Bemoan. “SPAM” – Junk that Flows to my Computer, Certainly a Persecutor. Like “Web Rabbits” Multiply, Straight to In Box Ramify. “SPAM” – A New Meaning straight to … Read moreSPAM

My Teeth and Mouth don’t get Along, just Can’t figure What is Wrong? Don’t know Why they Have to Fight? out of Nowhere want to Bite. Attack the Tongue and then Cheek, even Lip Strike seem to Seek. Drawing Blood whenever Can, think It’s part of their War Plan. Sore for Days and even Then, … Read moreThe War going on in my Mouth

The Algorithm called Spell Check, flags the Words and Saves my Neck, I can’t Spell to Save my Soul, the List is Deep – an Endless Hole. While I hear some People Talk, Mouth drops Open and I Gawk. As I watch Them insert Shoe, amazed don’t Think before they Do. “Speak Check” might Just … Read moreSpeak Check

Who’s Online – Wish had a Dime, for every Time seen that Line, Perhaps I Pine just to Shine, to Make it Fine and Combine, a dollar Sign to Intertwine, to Design and Align, a special Shrine to Consign, my Porcupine a Valentine. This rhyme is Mine and Asinine.

Think we All should Have a Shell, to Crawl inside Just for a Spell, whenever we’re Not feeling Well, as Other issues I will Tell, admiration Sure to Swell, with My idea Carousel, measured in stark Decibel, shared to Point where I Excel, beyond a Stage you can Dispel, where I gathered this Intel, to … Read moreEveryone should have a Shell