The Rabbit, T. Gordon

The Rabbit

By Tina Gordon

There is a little old porcelain statue of a white rabbit that sits on my windowsill and stares at me when I am trying to write. "What are you looking at, bunny?" I ask. And the rabbit says,"You! It's you I'm looking at, you numbskull! Why don't you turn me around so I can look out the window instead of staring at your dumb ass?" I laugh and say, "Sucks to be a statue, huh?" And then I go back to my writing in triumph,"Ha, ha! I am in control of something!"

Sunset, H. Nand

Sunset

By Henry Nand

With August breeze I feel a sense of change that's coming through,
The warm hot days are closing and there's nothing we can do.
Hit the beach one more time,
Take the sun in while you can.
Cause pretty soon the leaves will fall,
And you will lose your tan.
You've worked on it all summer but don't worry, winter's short.
Pretty soon the snow will melt, baseball will be the sport.
And then we open up into the heat just like before.
The season change. The simple things,
Are what I do adore.

Oh Please, B.Rotten

Oh Please

by Big Rotten

Give me a break
You call this a blog?
This is all a bunch of crap
That's right you heard me, crap.
And you call this a poem?
I sure don't.
This is crap too.
It's all crap.
That's all it is.
Seriously.