Poems written long ago and rummaged into a sequence, tagged by year.
Monday, February 19, 2018
Fourteen ants sat down at the table. After a few minutes, one said: "Where's dinner?"
I was walking home from scuba practice yesterday when I ran into a bear. At least, he looked like a bear. "Where the hell are you going in that suit?" he asked.
"Where the hell are all the sharks?" I asked back.