humor

Fear And Fustian
in a damp, dim lit alley as the lights flickered and popped a shadowy figure passed by as my heart nearly stopped tracks in the snow, faded
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
What is SPAM?
Something Smells Sales Selling Sneaky.
By Mark Graham11 months ago in Poets
What is SPAM?
What is SPAM? I am not talking about the luncheon meat that comes in the can that really is good when fried in the pan. The SPAM I am talking about and going to try and describe is just plain annoying.
By Mark Graham11 months ago in Poets
Love is Like a Zoom Meeting
Our love is like a Zoom affair, With laggy words suspended in air. Your voice cuts out—"Can you repeat?" Yet still, my heart stays on its beat.
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets
Mona in the Aisles
I was out running my weekly errands Stopped at the last store for the day Shopping for my favorite food brands Keeping up with what I’d have to pay
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Poets
Faster than a Nolan Ryan Heater
Lord Byron Rhymes with iron y (sort of).
By Dan West11 months ago in Poets
I Love You More Than Extra Cheese
My love for you is deep and true, Like melted cheese—so rich, so goo. But if I had to weigh the stakes, You'd win past extra cheese on cakes.
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets
Killer Kelpies Kill
You might feel a sense of remorse If you end up near a water source Since if you don't beware And spy a shy mare You might learn that it's not a horse
By Thavien Yliaster11 months ago in Poets
Sleepless
I am now so freaking tired, but I just can't fall asleep; endless thoughts about the day and how it could have been upkeep.
By Alex Torres11 months ago in Poets
A Dream of the Sea
I heard seagulls calling And dreamt of the sea But it was your nostrils Whistling Lying next to me So far from the sea.
By Rachel Deeming11 months ago in Poets
Gabrielle Union or Vivica A. Fox (Two Can Play That Game)
Gabrielle Union, Is a bad mama jama. No? Vivica A. Fox, Is comedic genius and Can't wait 'til... Rides and stops Behind her wheel. No? Both inconvenience in beauty, The timing... hard to choose Both of them!... so! "Two Can Play..." Shanté Smith, Two actresses... charisma.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
You're the Butter to My Toast
You're the butter to my toast, my dear, Melting close, so warm and near. Without you, I'm just dry and plain, A crunchy mess, a breakfast bane.
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets