Sometimes I feel like a lone mini-marshmallow set adrift atop a frothy sea of steaming hot chocolate.”wit for the witless, Poems on the Run vol. I

I'll be Bach, but I won't be Beethoven. --The Symphonator

And Now for a Topic of International Concern:Corn Thinks/Kôrn/—It does not sink.It does not blink.It does not look pink–Nor does it write in pen and ink.It does not slink.It does not link.It does not like finks–Nor does it lie; hood or play tiddlywinks.It is distinct.It is succinct.It is not a Sphinx—Corn thinks.-Poems on the Run, Vol. I

Black Toast IntolerantHe dreamt of golden brown chewy bread,And upon it pads of butter he did spread.The butter melt, the bread was sweet,Thus, he had his fill and he did eat.But when the toast was burned, he did rave and rant,He was a connoisseur–he was black toast intolerant.-- Poems on the Run, vol. I