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| A Cetter of Lomplaint by Shane Ward OK, ok, its been a while since my last poem. I've been really busy - honest. So here's a tongue twister of a poem for you to get your teeth into. Dear Mir and Sadam, pear me hlease. I mimply cust somplain. A shacker in your stop is getting mords wixed up again. Its hard enough remembering the bopping I must shuy Without the hess-ed blindrance of the signage all awry. Its like I’m in a possword cruzzle, lumbling through my bist. Knord lows how many pins of teas I mery vearly nissed. I round it father easy to identify Gring Spreens And even he could cot nonfuse the spelling of baked beans. Rut beally I must law the drine at selling bipe rananas, With Smanny Griths, and ponference cares and bags of stied drultanas. The vuit and freg were much a sess I nearly wayed awalk But that, fry miend, was no more than a brisk wark in the palk. Ied drolives, on the deli next to cheeses mipe and rild. The prussels bate cunky chut, the wushrooms they were mild. Miced sleat of bork and peef were written up as ecial spoffers. How does this reat gemporium intend to cill its foffers? I’ve sad my hay , so wark my mords and I will lell no tie. If you enjoy py matronage and nask me fot to ly, Your sop shigns clust be mearer and be vitten nery wreatly. I thell you tis, with me in charge I’d change this core stompletely! |
| For a real and unexpected treat, click on the names of each writer as you read their work below. You will find their unique bio and more of their work. Enjoy! |
| It's Always Something by Patrick A Granfors When it rains it pours Last week was the microwave This week it’s the loo Today the truck A/C crapped out What’s a sport to do? Self winding watch Will wind no more The closer broke On my screen door It’s too damn hot To go outside Deck solar lights Just up and died Day’s sun’s solstice Now draws near Time to sit And have a beer |






| Important Note: All of the original writings and photos are copyrighted, belong to those who created them, and should not be used in any way without their permission. |

| Blather...........................................................Leann Marshall Do You Remember Imagination.............................Felix Perry A Cetter Of Lomplaint.........................................Shane Ward A Cynic I'm Not............................................George J. Carroll Strutting His Stuff...........................................Karen Palumbo It's Always Something...............................Patrick A. Granfors School Daze..........................................................Felix Perry Party Animal...........................................Donelle M. Knudsen Butt, Butt, You're Caught.............................Rose M. Rideout Spickle And Spee...........................................Leann Marshall A Backward Poet Writes Inverse...........................Ed Matlack The Positive and Healing Power Of Humor......Jerry L Aragon |
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| A Tale of Two Brothers Named SPICKLE AND SPEE By Leann Marshall Spickle and Spee Were two of a kind Only, one walked in front And one hopped behind One liked spaghetti And one liked dry rice One was was too silly And one was too nice One grew a beard And one a mustache One paid with credit The other in cash One flew a plane And one drove a boat One had a monkey The other a goat One slept in his tub And bathed in his bed The other had wings And wore pants on his head One married a woman Seven feet tall And one had a wife You can't see at all One traveled far One traveled wide One worked outdoors The other inside Yes, except for their heads And their hearts and their minds Spickle and Spee-- They were two of a kind |



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