A truly creepy one.

Haiku.

Humorous poem about having split ends.

It snowed today. Where I live, that alone is rare enough. Two feet of that beautiful powder is the record for the area, though, and it’s there and still coming.

Shoot!

By pair you can mean pair of scissors, pair of glasses or pair of twins for example. The pair of socks have to always match.

This is a poem about a blender, cutter and shredder.

Impossible relationships…

The last in my trilogy of bad luck superstitions.

This poem has words that connect to the word before it. In the end, the last word connects with the 1st one. Hope you enjoy!