Biography of Susan Sparks
I have three grown children and five grandchildren. I graduated from Oklahoma University in 1980 with a Bachelor of Business Administration degree, Emphasis in Accounting.
In 1990 I became an unpaid humor columnist at The Cleveland County Record in Noble, Oklahoma. While there, two of my columns won first place in the Oklahoma Press Association Better Newspaper Contest under personal columns in my newspaper's division.
I started writing poetry and song lyrics seriously in October of 2003.
Susan Sparks Poems
What Is Love?
Love is seldom getting mad Love is giving all you had Love is taking moonlit walks Love is sharing private thoughts
I'm fat, I'm fat We can't have that. I want to be thin Cuz thin is in.
The Tale Of The Tell-Tail Fart
Once upon a midnight dreary I decided to make a query- On my neighbor's door I went a 'rapping, Lightly tap, tap, tap, tapping.
Jeremiah Really Is A Bulldog
Jeremiah NEVER was a bullfrog But he WAS a good friend of mine. Jeremiah REALLY is a bulldog And of this thing I did decide:
Ode To Menopause
Somebody please put out the fire- These hot flashes are something I don't desire. Oh God, why is this happening to me? These hot flashes are turning me into
Flatulence Will Get You Everywhere
Flattery will get you nowhere Butt flatulence is different Bottle it and sell it And try not to inhale it.
He's A Neat Freak Freakin' Out
Neat freak freakin' out: This describes my husband- there is no doubt That he drives me utterly deranged With all his nit-pickin'
The Rhode Island Red Rooster, Texas Two-...
Verse one: Why did the rooster cross the road? To get to the sunny side- Just up the road.
Never Quite Good Enough Is Quite Good En...
Verse One: Never quite good enough is quite good enough for me. It's not my damn fault that he was abused
Verse 1: Have you ever looked at God's beauty sent from Heaven above? Have you ever looked at God's beauty
Those possible impossibilities They cloud my brain With all sorts of uncertainties... How can there be such a thing as infinity? -
An Ode To A Toad Named Frank
I had a pet toad His name was Frank. He walked pigeon-toed- That's why he drank.
Verse one: Harry pondered about what he would write that day For the newspaper column that he wrote He thought about his dead son and knew what he would say
(with apologies to The Beatles) Hey dude, it's not so bad
I'm fat, I'm fat
We can't have that.
I want to be thin
Cuz thin is in.
If thin is in,
Then why do I stick out?
Cuz I eat too much
I have no doubt.