George Hunter Poems
|285.||001 - B. O.||8/10/2009|
|286.||Mea Culpa (My Bad)||4/17/2009|
|290.||A Horny Tale||5/24/2009|
|292.||A Gal Named Grace||4/15/2009|
|293.||Fire And Ice||9/15/2012|
|295.||001 - A Cure For Everything||9/16/2009|
|296.||A Strange Custom||2/20/2009|
|298.||Six Weather Haiku||9/11/2009|
|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.
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, just before the rains,
Why would a person live here if they had an ounce of brains?
It's so hot and muggy in the good ole summertimes
And the natives all appear to have come from different climes.
Katrina just missed me but we got a good douse
And Gustave was worse and blew the shingles off the house.
Electricity was off but I thought I had a pass
Until my standby unit went and used up all my gas.
Have to stock more fuel before the next big blow