George Hunter Poems
|283.||001 - B. O.||8/10/2009|
|284.||Mea Culpa (My Bad)||4/17/2009|
|287.||Dumb Blonde - Smart Blonde||4/15/2009|
|289.||A Horny Tale||5/24/2009|
|291.||A Gal Named Grace||4/15/2009|
|292.||Fire And Ice||9/15/2012|
|293.||001-The Story Of Noah's Ark||7/6/2012|
|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|
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.
A Strange Custom
As I was walking down the path
In my head I did some higher math.
They say that one and one makes two
But I know that that's not always true
'Cause sometimes one on one makes three
It's quite confusing don't you see.
The numbers don't add up to me.
And if you live down by the Bay
You're apt to swing the other way.