Poemz

1. boob is one. me? no. si, boob!

2. jon is a big. i, basin o.j.

3. marry tram! a martyr ram!

Guidos

If a hurricane wind can't blow your hair
You got too much damn pomade in there

Not My Lyrics

These lyrics and this song have affected me greatly as of late.

'Cause You knew how You'd save me
before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt
And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can't plan the end and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace

-from Table for Two by Caedmon's Call

Reverse Cinquain for Fall

Leaves fly
brown, red, yellow.
The breeze, crisp, is in lungs,
the boy and girl
skip, run.

The Gum

My acrostic tribute to a great Seinfeld episode.

Spartacus

Everyone enjoy some gum!

Institute for the Preservation of Motion Picture Costumes and Wardrobe

Non-Fat Yogurt

Father of Deena

Eyeglasses

Larry David

David Dinkins

A Cinquain

Milkshakes

Delectable dairy

Slurping icy delights

Paradise in a cup

Malts

Ode to Home Improvement: A trio of haikus

Tim "Toolman" Taylor

Pot 'neath broken gazebo

Brad learns a lesson

Wilson/hidden face

Arcs wisdom rocks over fence

All Taylors benefit

Heidi and Lisa

O, ToolTime's sweetest nectar!

Skirt forbidden lust