THE INCHWORM (1970s) An inchworm looking very wise Proudly inched before my eyes His measured movements were athletic But I thought him quite pathetic Although his progress was so slick Our country now has gone “metric” Another Limerick I studied my face in the mirror And nary a wrinkle appeared My complexion was blurry Until…

Prompt: on being a grape slowly turning into a raisin So warm and cosy so sweet and rosy nestling next to my brothers and sisters on the family vine of our divine Mother Wind loosening me from my perch I fall, tumbling and bouncing onto the Earth The sun beating down my shape is less…

“Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses.” Conjoined twin crescents yellow with brown freckles and dark brown splotches marring their phallic splendor. Spongy squishy bodies with age-stiffened stems clasped tightly together. Acerbic odor of mature skin masks the…

SEX?? (1950s) A logger with his wife and brood Drove out from camp to buy some food They parked out by the general store, Then they all filed in through the door. The family split in all directions The children for the candy section, His wife said as she checked the mail, “The hunting licences…

In 1949 my mother found a quarter a twenty-five cent piece made from real silver in those days It glinted in the dust-draped foliage bordering the dirt road where she trekked weekly to pick up mail purchase groceries and makings for the hand-rolled cigarettes she and Dad both smoked in those days She secured the…

ON SMOKING (Before I quit) An ounce of dried out leaves it lies Wrapped in paper, ‘fore my eyes, So small, so plain, so insignificant, Most everything is more magnificent. Would you spend good money daily For a rose if it bloomed gaily? Or would you dry it up like hay And smoke it madly…

JELLIED LIVER PATE (Tune of Jingle Bells) Liver Pate! Liver Pate! Jellied in a mold, Add some onion, Add some garlic, eat it while it’s cold! Jellied liver pate, With bay leaf and with broth, Simmer for ten minutes, Then strain it through a cloth! Put it in a blender, Add butter — don’t renege,…

Untitled Poem Four lumps? I gasped as he loaded his coffee I thought you only took two? Sugar’s a killer they say not healthful at all. Later I had one chocolate bar two pieces cake three brownies but no sugar at all in my coffee

MY FACE IS IN MY PURSE (From when I sold Avon and was caught with no makeup on.) My face is in my purse My face is in my purse The face you see Is not the real me My face is in my purse I’ve rouge and lipstick Cover-up, eye-shadow and eyeliner Foundation, powder…

There once was a man from New York Who ate Chinese food with a fork Chopsticks with the meal Held gustatory appeal So he ate them along with the pork! A lady who moved to Vancouver Had a face lift she hoped would improve ‘er But one eye got raised up ‘Twhere an eyebrow’d been…