Cruising around the World Wide Web
Checking on who was stealing poetry
On the Russian site I noticed on the side column
1. Dad is always right. Dad is always wrong.
2. Dad is very loveable.
3. Love, love and puppy chow!
4. Spoil them and they will be picky about boys.
I only use the title on the most starchy of occasions
Or when desperate to convey some semblance of propriety,
Or talking long distance with a bad connection or scared.
Hollywood does not like us
When thingss settle down
I always seem to drift towards poetry.
The tock of clock calls to me
Money and its problems are still there
Even as emperor I do not understand
It is all too crazy!
Something about eating the flesh of one who lives
A God come to earth I can handle
A poem a day
All I have to say
From century's two third years
Upon this planet of tears
The beach births relics
Happy flesh walks by
They signal the end of our stay
The waves sing their shore meeting chorus
If it is true that Harvard/Andover will welcome my papers
I repent of any more poems being written upon cheap paper
Suspect Mother, though dead, must be rejoicing that at last I am in
This venerable institution (Harvard) which she said