Biography of George Hunter
I'm just a rhymer, not a poet,
Read one of mine and then you'll know it.
You don't have to pretend you understand,
It's as plain as day, like the palm of your hand.
Nothing esoteric, abstruse or recondite here,
Just something to read while drinking your beer.
George Hunter Poems
But I’ve heard it
Who asked her mate for an answer.
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Why you just oscillate its titalot.
I once had a cat called Nan
Whose tail got caught in a fan.
Sun’s shining, birds are singing
God’s in his heaven.
All of us boys were lying in the shade
Talking about all kinds of things
In a world we never made.
If I could think
Of some lines to go before,
I'd have a poem.
Or do I need To?
Brautigan could write