This poem stays in my pocket Until I take it out And read it to somebody That’s what this day’s about. Thanks for listening to my words

Billowing clouds swirl below While a pale yellow sunlight fringes the horizon. The fury of last night’s storms Upended our travel plans

Some grade school student dropped… Fortunately, the useful life of th… I’m a long way past grammar school… So I picked up the discarded penc… Many thanks to you, unknown grade…

Come and listen to my story about… The Oscars got turned upside down I’d like to tell you a story, sit… About how I slapped Chris Rock t… In a Bel Air mansion I was TV r…

Our sense of comfort in existing s… Cannot be denied, and yet There’s always something more out… Just beyond our comfort zones. Do we dare to seek it out?

In the enduring schism between “Dog People” and “Cat Pe… (since hardly anyone can be both, and people who get along without p… are not really at issue here)

The monarchy seems very stuffy Not at all like the masses they se… Perhaps they could do with a more… From further down on the great soc… I already know one King Chuck

Whenever someone uses the word “bl… They are aiming for a specific res… Which is exactly why was recently… at a political rally in Ohio. The speaker knew what he was sayin…

The internet and social media have forever changed the world and not always for the better.

Now what was the name of that frui… Where I would go to grab lunch du… When I was working up the block? It was a single name, I think. Maybe it was Franko’s?

There once was a man named Fritz Who loved to eat gravy with grits. He loved them with butter but they made his heart flutter So now he just eats them in fits.

As I was growing up I envied other kids who had what I thought were “normal” middle names: James, Thomas, and

This zombie nation Always glued to our smartphones Doesn’t make us smart