On Joe Horne
Joe Horne is a king among kings, His talents: bouzoundless, work: seamzeamless. Ambition endzendless, Efficient sleep: dreamzeamless.
The fruition of his imagination, Like excellent scotch, becomes finer with age, flavors thar’ timeless.
On stock confidence
Um, Dan Clark, You didn’t pull out? You might need a crash course in puns if you want to play this game.
Just a dash of rhyme for a hint of clash. Because in no time, this market’ll crash! What is the spread of strife and worry? And investments on life? What’s your hurry? SELL SELL SELL SELL SELL SELL. Be sure to yell, and let the anti-confidence you tell spread like butter for the bread you can afford after the next market jump, unless we smash into a ditch, and truly find ourselves in a CRASH we cannot fix.
Your paintings are vibrant, with roses like blood! Evocative, silent, and they to stem to the bud. With the touch of a brush, your movements are zealous… Such visual brilliance has most artists jealous.
For my volleyball team: Kick Sass
Bump, tap, smack!
It’s headed corner left!
Kick Sass recovers a glorious bump.
Opposition awed by apparent theft…
Kick Sass spike: an echoing “thump.”
Opposition never as deft…
Kick Sass thrusts fists: a skyward pump.
Opposition from pride, now bereft.
Kick Sass adaptation, the ultimate trump.
On shaving my 7 month beard. Bye Bye Beardie
In the windy weather,
You caught droplets like a feather,
close even when I teared.
Someday, we’ll grow old together.
But now, farewell my beard…
A poem for a company that appeals to me, OXO:
The original ideation:
vegetable preparation.
Brilliant creations brought proclamations:
“what gripping innovations!”
Chalk
She used me by day,
I was used half way,
Three students used me until I ran out.
Woman Walking
clip clop clip clop
spins like a CD
glides like a kite
soars through the air
soars through the night
goes without care
carries in flight.
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