Why do we put up with the leadership in Washington? Look at what they do to us!

Limerick.

A morning in the cold.

There are bills you pay for utilities. You spend on what you like the most. You have to keep some of your bills.

Limerick.

Lovers’ sonnet.

I wrote this poem about this tiny lil man in the next city over, whom thinks he is something but sadly he is a laugh to everyone.

Hope you never end up visiting this town.

I wrote this poem about a coward that I met, and all I can say he is a coward, he runs and hides and get other persons to fight his fights for him,

A warning to careless human beings to watch out while walking in order not to crush a snail moving along their path.