I turn my face to the heavens Contemplating the ethereal Silver-white disc. A common sight, but, still. It appears undisturbed, But, still.. .I know there are things up there That were never there before fifty years ago. Footprints in the moondust And three lunar buggies (Lunar dune buggies) Batteries long dead And a small flag That never fluttered at all. Clutter. It does LOOK the same, But still...
Most are on a site called writer's cafe. I can't remember my password though, so can't get in there anymore! I had one called URINE FOR A SURPRISE that was funny.
Don't I know it. ..(see how that rhymes? It's so easy just like a squirrel climbs. Sometimes it just goes on and on, for so many lines it'll make you yawn... OK. I'll stop with just one more. Don't wanna risk that you'll get sore!
The Legend of Henry Fife Listen well to what I tell, and you shall hear the truth About the life of Henry Fife, who hailed from West Duluth. The nurses screamed in disbelief when first they saw his face, For he was perfectly deformed, without a saving grace. Young Henry didn't have much hair, but what he had was red. In clumps it grew, (with bald spots too) all over Henry's head. His nose was large and bulbous, a lovely cherry red; Not in the normal spot. It grew on top of Henry's head. His mouth was just a little gash, a slash across his face. Predictably, it was awry; his forehead was its place. In wintertime, when he went out, poor Henry nearly froze, For all the hats available blocked both his mouth and nose! Poor Henry lived to just eighteen, and then he died, dear hearers. He perished of a heart attack while in the Hall of Mirrors.
