Jan Sand Poems
- The Funny Old Man There was an old man who was lonely and ...
- The Poet As Dr, Frankenstein My floor is littered With ...
- Legacy Split me in two And spread the gash. There, between ...
- Foggy, Foggy Blues There is a morning fog here That rises ...
- Destination There is cold In the country of the old. Heat ...
- Midnight Wind At The Carnival The chill air tumbles down from...
- The Master And His Palimpsest I do not know who I am nor ...
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The Funny Old Man
There was an old man who was lonely and grim
And excessively technically minded.
He lived with a cat and an owl that was fat
And a fancy new clock. He=d designed it.
Every hour it rang with a click and a bang
And was good for cooking up noodles.
While down deep inside it secretly fried
Sardines for wandering poodles.
Now poodles can be, as you really can see,
A difficult problem to deal with.
They=d walk in the gate, proliferate,
And snuffle their noses to feel with.
They=d chew up your shoes,
Which does not amuse
When you need them for running and ...