Looking into my tea cup
I see the leftover leaves...
My mind is blank
Why can't I write...
When Mandy got randy one day
Mandy almost blew me away...
There was a stunning beau-tea from Boston
who often drank herbal tea from Roston...
My sister asked me to get her hairspray.
My hand fell on the wrong kind of spray...
I am the Woolie Panini, freshly pressed but now...
I ask, "where have all my dressings...
How do I enter
the weekly contest...
Pen to paper the words pour out
Sometimes i curse i scream i shout...
Agility days are cold and wet
And rarely ever sunny...
Redneck Easter
By Mark Spencer...
Gift: An Edgar Allan Poe Doll
My mean sister has a doll collection...
Whispers here
Whispers there...