PROGNOSIS

To cure all your cancers,
Don't look for sure answers
From Dr. William Gate.
He'll shrug and charge his rate --
And claim that it's fate.

ON READING SKELTON AGAIN

If he's not glossed,
I'm lost.

love without friction
is fiction

POETRRHEA

You've heard of diarrhea,
Some call them the runs;
And also logorrhea,
Where words come in tons;
But what of poetrrhea?
That's when poets' tongues
Mimic diarrheic buns.
 

THE ART IN BEING IGNORED

There is an art in being ignored.
Within a crowd of friendly strangers,
Never expect to be adored.
There is an art in being ignored:
A glance may be your brief reward;
A longing look has lingering dangers.
There is an art in being ignored
Within a crowd of friendly strangers.