John Carter Brown


John Carter Brown Poems

1. I Got Spots 8/16/2012
2. Picture Of A Little Boy 8/16/2012
3. My Photograph 8/17/2012
4. The Sailor And The Market Man 8/17/2012
5. The Car Wouldn'T Start 8/17/2012
6. How Slow 8/17/2012
7. The Meeting 8/17/2012
8. Soon Be Summer 8/17/2012
9. Ethel Winterbottom 8/19/2012
10. The Ballad Of Norman Jack And Billy 8/22/2012
11. Our Dave 8/22/2012
12. The Old Coal Fire 8/22/2012
13. The Big Thirteen 8/22/2012
14. Our Whiskey 8/24/2012
15. Poem For Jack 8/24/2012
16. The Char 8/24/2012
17. Such Sorrow 8/24/2012
18. Limerick 001 8/24/2012
19. Limerick 002 8/24/2012
20. Limerick 003 8/24/2012
21. Frank's Lump 8/24/2012
22. The Ballad Of Ronnie Dunwoody 8/24/2012
23. Crazy Tradesmen Rhymes No3 8/20/2012
24. James Crawford-King Junior 8/21/2012
25. Learning About Chickens 8/21/2012
26. The Sunflower 8/25/2012
27. The Great Brown Family Tree 8/25/2012
28. Let's 8/25/2012
29. 'Lastic Bands 8/25/2012
30. Dear Shiela 8/25/2012
31. Little Poem 8/25/2012
32. My Genes 8/25/2012
33. Poem For Karen 8/25/2012
34. Little Kalyn 8/25/2012
35. She's Here Now 8/27/2012
36. Limerick 004 8/27/2012
37. Limerick 005 8/27/2012
38. If All 8/25/2012
39. Sausage Sam 8/28/2012
40. Ken Bruce 8/28/2012
Best Poem of John Carter Brown

A Hole In My Sock

I've noticed, again, a small hole in my sock
And there's something I don't understand:
It puzzles me greatly, I'm baffled, and so
On this subject I now should expand.

I put the sock onto my left foot and see
That peeping out there's my big-toe;
This makes me unhappy, because I am sure
That left there, the small hole it must grow.

To effect a solution is easy enough,
So I swap the sock o'er to my right,
Then the known laws of physics get twisted around,
I begin to lose trust in my sight.

I cannot believe what I see on my foot
It seems that...

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Nodding Off

I sit enveloped in my chair,
My limbs relaxed, my work is done;
The radio is droning low,
My eyes are heavy as a ton.
I know the room is occupied,
But sorting voices is a strain;
A ghostly figure passes by,
I think I'm nodding off again.

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