Everything written
Begins with a rhyme,
I like my words
To march in time,
Whether limericks
Or moody praises,
Instant ideas
Initiate the phrases.
Take my Dental Dana
Then again, please don’t,
She can not go with you
And I’m hoping she won’t,
She belongs to me
Just like Bob Dylan said,
And that’s why Dental Dana
Resides inside my head.
Then, there is Bathroom Bear
In the shower right now,
With a line outside the door
Three little pigs and a cow,
All awaiting their turn
To perform their morning routine,
Best to leave them alone
They don’t enjoy being seen.
Odarepsed
Has his own gig,
A little jazz club
That isn’t very big,
His compositions
Are tiny and short,
Random postings on the web
Is all I can report.
Billy Bob and Betty Sue
Are always hanging out with you,
If you’re ever in the hospital
When fate has called, or karma due,
They stand at your bedside
With cell-phone in hand,
Paying no attention to your vital signs
They don’t remember or understand,
They were trained to watch over you
But that’s a thing of the past,
Hoards of visual nonsense
Distract them too fast.
A diverse compendium
Of words in my collection,
Thousands of lines
Rhyming in one direction,
In the usual fashion
Like Ogden Nash
And Dr. Seuss,
I’m suspicious that Mother
Spiked my beverage
When I was snug in my papoose.