George Hunter Poems
|286.||001 - B. O.||8/10/2009|
|287.||Mea Culpa (My Bad)||4/17/2009|
|291.||A Horny Tale||5/24/2009|
|293.||A Gal Named Grace||4/15/2009|
|294.||Fire And Ice||9/15/2012|
|295.||Six Weather Haiku||9/11/2009|
|296.||001 - A Cure For Everything||9/16/2009|
|297.||A Strange Custom||2/20/2009|
|299.||A Day At The Beach||4/12/2009|
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.
If I could think
Of some lines to go before,
I'd have a poem.
Or do I need To?
Brautigan could write