A clerk said, 'Next in line - this way.'
A dog spoke up, 'I guess I am.'
'What can we do for you today? '
'I want to send a telegram.'
A happy hatching has occurred,
An Inca tern chick comes brand new.
The species, an endangered bird,
Can be seen at Lincoln Park Zoo.
I am a poem that I wrote
Myself in olden place and time.
A lot of love stuff I did quote
And forced each line to end in rhyme.
Growing up, all I had was Dad.
He was my best friend, come what may.
At times, I cried when I was sad.
Dad gently wiped my tears away.
It does be said that money is
The root of all evil and so
Money is behind all war biz.
Off to war human greed does go.
We, all people of planet Earth
Know of the hate gone on before,
And know that hate has not been worth
The high price paid in constant war.
A grain of sand gets stuck in me,
Causing me irritation - damn!
And so does respond my body
To give some relief to this clam.
My parents both age eighty two
Within the same week passed away.
To help my grieving I did do
A painting on a sunny day
'How old is God? ' my child did ask.
The question caught me by surprise,
Not ready for such answer task,
Since for sure answers would be lies.