Dreaming jellyfish
Sing their song...
The Rialto’s too busy to catch your breath
amid hustling tourists clogging the wall...
Order appears to be
a loose concept in Cairo...
I was home alone..
Reading a letter under a candle light...
I'm going to write a poem
And try to make it rhyme...
I lock all the doors and the windows I latch
You might be cunning but your prowess I match...
I wrote 9 poems in the bath last night,
Every stanza...
My wife got this invitation.
Said we needed a vacation...
The name’s Benjamin Jacob Grimm,
An’ I’m from Yancy Street...
I heard my wife cry out in fright,
As I rushed to her aid...
Sir Bertram was a skittish knight,
Quite often prone to fits of fright...
“Mr. Crowley, I bring some news!
The Winchester’s are dead...