
Peanut butter spring
He waits for my food. /
Mockingbird and his hunger. /
Peanut butter spring.
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Peanut butter spring
He waits for my food. /
Mockingbird and his hunger. /
Peanut butter spring.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #mockingbird #peanutbutter #spring #hunger #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photooftheday #poemoftheday #april #sunday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

The mayor taped
I saw the mayor taped to the door. /
His mug was one you couldn’t ignore. /
He promised a meet and greet; /
Then a rasslin’ match to complete. /
I don’t know if I’ll attend. /
Such events do tend to offend. /
While politics can be rough, /
Forearm smashes are beyond enough. /
Seeing bodies thrown around, /
Will make me wonder if Cas Walker’s back above ground. /
Maybe I prefer a bit less sham, /
With politicians to be less ham, /
To save the pork for the table, /
And work for the good of all available.
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Filed under 2021, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker