Mourning the Death of a Realist |
Long Ago, in a town, the Past, once stoodWith his head cocked sidewiseAs pigeons would.And Long Before, his father, hisKeeper, sat tired and filthyLike a chimney sweeper.Before, being Long, like his s...
Posted by Neil Cribbs on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 04:39:00 PST |
Man's Best Spend |
Puppies are a matterthat climb the social ladderbecause they always seem to flatterthe opposite sex That the dog is more devoted than the cat is dually notedwhen the pockets are more bloatedand the ac...
Posted by Neil Cribbs on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 04:38:00 PST |
Paws for Reflection |
Cats are not our friends because their friendliness dependson the time that they spend in the food bowl But when the dish runs outthe feline who's devoutbegins to stalk abouton patrol They are rarely ...
Posted by Neil Cribbs on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 04:37:00 PST |
The Wreckage of Wayne Right |
Wayne was a Right as his father before himIf his father was "after" something would be wrongHis pops would no longer go by that title And the "Right" attitude wouldn't be quite as strong So what do I...
Posted by Neil Cribbs on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 04:36:00 PST |
Contact Lenses for a Thought |
There are picket lines outside the church today. Bells and mantras andold papers curled on the end, wet.A man begins to shout from across thestreet, "Is this my neighborhood?" And the rising of his du...
Posted by Neil Cribbs on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 04:35:00 PST |
Fizziwig and the Infinite Greatness |
Fizziwig was a wuggle zooand everyone know's what that meansHe would take photos of his Little Booand tie it up with strings He heard that this would increase its heightbut it resembled JelloFor every...
Posted by Neil Cribbs on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 04:34:00 PST |
Ok Here we Go! |
Ok I've decided to post up some old poems and see what happens.
Posted by Neil Cribbs on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 04:32:00 PST |
