Knock, knock. Who's there? Meow. Meow who? Meow you're listening, here's another cat joke! Knock, knock. Who's there?
By raja huraira2 years ago in Poets
Knock, knock. Who's there? Boo. Boo who? Don't cry, it's just a joke! Knock, knock. Who's there? Olive. Olive who?
Yesterday, I took a walk through A muddy cornfield that wraps Around my house in the country. I walked the same way that
By Holly Nace2 years ago in Poets
Stretch out a canvas at the edge of the sea Use the salty breeze to make an impression of blue Commission waves to carry you past the horizon
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
Could a Tyrannosaurus truly have sex, with such little arms and broad chest? Could it comfortably mount its steed long enough to spread its seed?
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
A canvas of thoughts, a maze of dreams, The mind's eye weaves a tapestry of schemes. A realm of wonder, a world of might,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Introduction Judey Kalchik wrote a Senryū (川柳) from the Vocal Challenge, and then I thought I could do a tautogrammatical version, just to make it a little more difficult for myself. Thank you for the idea Judey.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
In ancient times, when giants walked the earth, Sauropods sauntered, their footprints heard far and wide. They formerly wandered close to old woodlands, their necks extended to skim the sky.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
The open road on a sunny day, middle of nowhere, middle of May. Radio cranking, windows down. Nothing but highway, no one around.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
New York Velly, the prima donna Velociraptor, was photographed exiting a Manhattan chiropractor. Alarmed by her attempted secrecy, the concerned paparazzi
CHANGING TIMES .. I remember when .. ++++++++++++++++ Have you ever felt the need to cry, And with all your might, you don’t know why?
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
In Jungle Park, where trees stand tall, And ancient creatures heed the call, Of a T-Rex, fierce and grand, Who ruled over this wild land.
By Scott Grim2 years ago in Poets
