George Hunter Poems
|4.||Let Lying Dogs Sleep||3/3/2009|
|6.||Do The Math||3/17/2009|
|10.||Man From Galilee||3/30/2009|
|13.||Cold Then Hot||4/3/2009|
|16.||Old-Fashioned Girl With Rose||4/5/2009|
|17.||The Butterfly Tattoo||4/5/2009|
|19.||My Guardian Angel||4/7/2009|
|22.||The Girl From Bahrain||4/13/2009|
|23.||The Waitress From Brest||4/13/2009|
|24.||An Old Adage||4/13/2009|
|28.||Lady With Rose No.2||4/18/2009|
|29.||Lady With Rose||4/18/2009|
|30.||Standing Here Nude||4/18/2009|
|31.||Who To Choose?||4/18/2009|
|32.||Free Verse Vs Rhyme||4/16/2009|
|35.||A Real Comedown||4/24/2009|
|37.||A Young Miss From Toronto||4/22/2009|
|38.||A Young Girl From Butte||4/22/2009|
|39.||An Adept Pupil||4/25/2009|
Comments about George Hunter
There was a big feline named Dancer
Who asked her mate for an answer.
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Why you just oscillate its titalot.
Now that you tell me I see that it’s true
How so much knowledge you could accrue
That is another thing I wish that I knew.
The more education you have the less you know
And another piece of information I could throw
Is that all this knowledge just makes me sadder
Now I realize it’s just mind over matter.
Which only means that if you don’t mind it don’t matter.
There was a man from Pierre
Who was very short on hair.
He said it was because his head
Rubbed the top of the bed
Whenever he had an affair.
But no one believed that at all
Because he wasn't all that tall,
So we were as mean as could be