This haiku is written about one of my favorite desserts.

Strawberry Haiku.

Uncle Ben.

Dark days and times are happening, and how much more will we take before we stand and say, “Let”s change back!’

Oh dear Mary has got her stepladder out to make her tomato soup!
By poetry of giggles.

Dear Toilet Bowl,

A boy and his father compared in time to the Dust Bowl.

A poem written during my high school days. Misunderstood and alone. Thank the Goddess I grew out of that quickly!

Humorous poem about a crack in the bowl that keeps getting larger.

A story which I heard, for sharing.