And once upon another time,
when all the animals had
settled their minor
I wake up in the morning in a stuffy room
and slowly struggle out of bed.
As my foot steps on a long forgotten broom
and my shaky fingers light a cigarette.
Just prior to the final big exams,
while waiting for the classroom doors to open,
I glanced toward the library and saw
a trim, attractive female, shyly posing.
To write a poem
without really thinking
I'm looking forward with dismay
to this year's coming Father's Day.
You see, my son in USA
says Father's Day, there is no way
When one is down inside oneself
and has some hidden gray agendas,
when cobwebs of the inner mind
do not conceal the rancid secrets,
Oh, what a dream!
You drooled all over me.
You couldn't get
I do hate thee
and count the ways.
you hide inside
a toxic haze.
There once was a lonely banana
pretty ugly but otherwise sana.
Poet Allan came by
dressed it up on the sly