Monthly Archives: April 2012

Everything’s Wet on the Internet

It’s just words on a page
don’t simper or whimper

nasty is tasty
and wetter is better

than dinner details
or fan boy wails

the smell of rain
on hot cement

compels more
than impudence

Crouching Tiger Woods

Proud Tiger’s lie in the hoary rough
Beneath Augusta’s august boughs
To the mortal eye would bring a tear
Yet the golfing god would acres tear
Until the lie became a slough
And if the slough be not enough
A lake would he plow up and swear
And toss his club, his face a rouge!
His reputation back to steer
To the lie where it lay
Not half so deep,
So beyond repair.