About this Blog

Oh please! Not another foray

Into “I’ll post [one of these] every day.”

The pressure and deadlining

Is way too confining

I’ll post when I’m ready.  OK?

I’m writing these poems for pleasure

A limerick a day’s too much pressure

I’ll write two or three

When it suits me

I won’t be held to a quotidian measure.

Sometimes I get grouchy.  All Right?

Just remember the name of this site

There’s no reason to worry

It’s all sound and fury

My bark is much worse than my bite.

Why Rubber Teeth ? and the family myth it stems from.

Through his dentures my Grandfather told me
He hoped for some bright repartee

I voiced my belief

That he HAD rubber teeth

Whaddaya expect?   I was just two or three.