Why is there war, and why can’t we stop? It is because there is always a madman willing to sacrifice his nation and his people to steal from others!

A rose must retain its respectability,

so must a worthy character….

There’s a malady severe…

Playful poem about a gigantic turkey.

With padded foot and baited breath
into the dragon’s lair
he spied the gleaming golden trinkets
which were hidden there…

Often beauty is in the eye of the beholder. My response to the Triond Forum writing challenge, round 22, where something was to be written using the words "clock" and "ugly monstrous prehistoric unknown sea-creature"

About a monstrous man-eating plant.

A short poem.