Listen to the crunch
Of the sugar sand
As it yields to footsteps
That mark the path of man.
Past this way she came and went,
Her bodily remains to crypt were sent,
But the memory of her and the earth she trod.
Remains with us by grace of God.
Rufus you may recall
Is a special kind of animal
Who learned to read and write and such
But Rufus was left handed you see
'... it is common knowledge
That I have never
The Muse dictates that there is much to be said about peanuts of every kind:
Green, boiled, nuts in and out of the shell, even peanut butter made chunky or fine.
But there's another of which we must write,
Before the World Court, is brought this endite.
THE LOWLY COMMA OR A PICKLE FOR THE KNOWING ONES
(or why use a comma?)
Lord Timothy Dexter anticipated the Danes,
Once was a politician, slick Bill by name
Who came to instant fame,
Just by appearing (to appear)
As a mirage, sometimes far and then quite near.
With the passing of the storm,
The sky was clear and
The streets swept clean
By the rain.
Under the bed, her sewing box.
Near the bottom, a shirt,
Pressed and folded with a patch pinned
Covering an elbow busted out from within.