Plant This Poet
Plant this poet,
and he will grow into a beautiful
weeping willow.
But he will not make the same mistake
of many trees.
For he shall grow his leaves in winter,
to keep him warm,
shedding them only in the warmth of the sun.
Scuba Diving
I went scuba diving because...
...some spies had placed fly-shaped bugs
in my living room.
I think that they were trying to eavesdrop
on the conversations I have with myself.
So I went scuda diving in a rain water puddle.
Perhaps later I shall go home
and swat the fly-shaped bugs,
and buzz around the heads of the spies.
The Day Wee Karn Sat On My Sofa
Wee Karn sat on my sofa,
and she sat on my sofa.
Wee Karn sitting on my sofa,
and she's siting on my sofa.
What the hell does she think she's doing
sitting on mysofa!
She's sitting on my sofa
talking about cake -
and wishing she was sitting on a pavement.
Ah, wee mad Karn!
