Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile