Hi I’m Mark. I like sandwiches and sandwich-like foods
ROAARRR I yell and I snarl and scream I stomp and I claw and I gnash my teeth My mom's face goes red She says sorry to guests
By Mark Wheatley2 years ago in Poets
I'm fond of the dinos that lived here before us The fearsome T-Rex, the long brontosaurus My favourite of all Is the mighty but small
"Mom, it's a party. Go get some wine and come swim." "It's a baptism!"
The Council of Curious was called to collect It had been three star cycles since last time they met This planet was different than any they'd seen
Doing anything but what needs to be done I know it’s due at midnight but it’s not any fun Sure I could work now, but what is the rush?
By Mark Wheatley3 years ago in Poets
The world is astounding on so many fronts. My brain translates hundreds of signals at once. And all of it comes so naturally.
Dear Chicken Sandwich, How can it be? That something so pretty was made just for me? Your bun is so glossy it shines like a star
Taco Tuesday. Tasty tender thighs toasting. Temperature: three thirty. Tick tock. The timer tolls! Two tiny tones.
“What is the point? What’s the meaning of it all? The universe is infinite and I am so small” My girlfriend’s in crisis But I’m just delighted
“I truly wish I was not quite so tall When I ride on airplanes I have no space at all” I complain to my friend Who is just 4 foot ten
Time passes quickly When did my hair change to grey? Why do my joints hurt? * Yet as I sit here In my office chair at work
I asked my best friend to come over last weekend A boys night for gaming, away from the girlfriends * We filled up a cooler with plenty of brewskis
