Green leaves turn
Gold leaves bronze
Brown leaves fall
Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Ode to a Bad Chicken Stew
The gravy would not thicken
It did not taste like chicken
Or carrots or potatoes
Or celery or tomatoes.
The chef still had the nerve.
This stew he still would serve.
The food would people sicken.
The host was panic-stricken.
He called for pizza pie
And now the guests won't die.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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