Category Archives: poetry

Ironing In A Wrinkly Shirt


It’s ironic that the definition of “irony” doesn’t include

describing the qualities or characteristics of iron“.


note: usually I have a poem with a snowman photo, so …

laughing at an ant’s antic
or a pan’s panic
could make a man manic.

double note: I see I may get an icy response to the “ic” post.

triple note: past poetic endeavors … and snowmen are here.

quadruple note: the poems are usually short … because I’m no Longfellow.


what I’m listening to now #17: Keith Richards … I don’t know what he’s saying, but the songs are good.



Are they antennae or antlers?

I guess only ants know the anther.


note: can an antelope? … I’ve never heard of one getting a Vegas wedding.

double note:If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics.”  Marie Dressier



 I saw a snowman in a box.
I think that he was dead.
I couldn’t bury him in the ground.
I’ll wait for Spring instead.


note: snowflake to snowflake, water to water.

double note: I seem to be doing some time-lapse posting … a week has lapsed since the last entry.

triple note: the other snowman poetry is over here:


Today #346

Today I wasn’t so “bold” … because doing “bold/italicizing” stuff seems on the fritz over here at the moment. 

Lazy Snowman


I thought a “planking” snowman might be funny
… and I had nothing else to do today.

But …

later in the day, Mr. Pettit  came by and found this a bit disturbing for some reason: maybe he doesn’t like orange.

So I fixed it up,

… after he left.

Sundays are pretty productive around here.


note:People know that nothing rhymes with orange
          probably from the day that they are bornge

double note: people are doing weird things out there to entertain themselves.


Today #338

Today was violently mellow … or disturbingly peaceful.



Margerine And Butter


I cannot tell the one from the udder,

when it comes to margerine and butter.


note: no one ever margerines up people.

double note: all the other snowman poetry is here.


Today #335

Today I wondered if there was a Four Seasons Hotel on the Equator.



Converting robots to Christianity is probably easier with a Christian converter.

I haven’t seen them on sale in the stores yet though.


note: I don’t know what my appliances believe, but my phone speaks in tongues … when there is bad reception.

double note:outlet stores” don’t usually sell outlets. I’ve seen them in there though, but the staff usually give me weird looks when I want to buy one.

triple note: apologies, I usually write a poem when the photo has snowmen in it.
“Snowmen usually make me rhyme,
but not this time.”

oh! nevermind.


Today #301

Today was so-so … suck your toe all the way to Mexico!
(I’m sorry, I don’t know where that childhood rhyme nugget came from)

Proof Of Fire … Or Something Like That


“flammable” and “inflammable”
are quite inunderstandable.


note: “combustible” and “incombustible” are more trustable.


Mean Things I Say About People #5

If I didn’t talk behind your back, we’d never talk at all.



I could be wrong,
But I’m pretty sure:
Snowmen are classified using a
Binomial Snomenclature.


note: Snomo Sapien?

double note:Can you tell me about plants and animals?
                               ” Sorry, that information is classified.


Today #114

Today I only had time to make a snowbaby.
Hey! I was pretty busy!

Fishes And Deers


The problem with fish and deer

Is you never know how many are near.



Is there anything more embarrassin’
Than ordering deer meat instead of venison?

double note: I can always find snowmen. You are not safe from poetry. You’ve been warned. You can blame Ogden Nash.


notes to myself #172

You don’t really get a 5 o’clock shadow … I think it has something to do with daylight savings maybe.

An Odd Odious Ode Is In Order


the cow licks
the shark bites
the dog whistles
the bird calls

the cat walks
the snails pace
the buffalo jumps
the swan dives

the salmon farms
the seal hunts
the bear traps
the octopus garden


the whale watch and blubber.


note: the snowmen are slowly disappearing for some reason, so you are probably safe from more poetry until next December.

double note: is  poetreason an offense? … or just offensive?

triple note: why does the umbrella stand while the baby sits?


notes to myself #149

You are not superstitious. … knock on wood.