George Hunter Poems
|284.||001 - B. O.||8/10/2009|
|285.||Mea Culpa (My Bad)||4/17/2009|
|288.||Dumb Blonde - Smart Blonde||4/15/2009|
|290.||A Horny Tale||5/24/2009|
|292.||A Gal Named Grace||4/15/2009|
|293.||Fire And Ice||9/15/2012|
|294.||001 - A Cure For Everything||9/16/2009|
|295.||A Strange Custom||2/20/2009|
|298.||A Day At The Beach||4/12/2009|
|301.||Six Weather Haiku||9/11/2009|
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.
The day we are born we all start dying,
It's the only thing in life we can do without trying.
Some go easy,
Some go hard,
We don't get to choose the draw of the card.
Two of my school buds didn't get to call
The way their roll of the dice would fall.
Enlisted early to pick their craft,