Defending the funk…
“The instruments stored in that trunk
I used when performing P-funk.
My fortune was made–
So long as I played.
Today, though, it’s just groovy junk.”
© 2014 David E. Miller
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(Photo by David E. Miller)
(Photo by David E. Miller)
Jokes on the beach…
The islands today were all smiles…
I stacked all my joke books in piles
And took them with me
To read to the Sea,
Which rolled (its blue waves) in the isles!
© 2014 David E. Miller
The news…
Good news! Like the birth of a daughter!
Bad news! Like when summer gets hotter!
But tippy canoes?
That’s really bad news!
It means getting dumped in cold water!
© 2014 David E. Miller
One more drop, and I might have kicked it…
A doctor that hailed from Nantucket
Got out a sharp needle and stuck it
Into my left arm
And did me no harm
But filled to the brim a “blood bucket”
© 2014 David E. Miller
One smart chicken…
While crossing the road, a smart Chicken
Realized that it really should quicken
Its two chicken feet
Or else it would meet
A fate that leaves no Fox grief-stricken!
© 2014 David E. Miller
(Photo by David E. Miller)
(Photo by David E. Miller)
A walk in the desert…
I look where I’m walking. In fact, I
Assess the terrain. But distract my
Attention one sec,
And I break my neck
By falling head first in the cacti!
© 2014 David E. Miller
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