
Monsters
Monsters are due soon, /
Breaking promises in two: /
Trick or Treat, amen.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #halloween #oldnorthknoxville #writing #monster #writer #poet #trickortreat #101318

Monsters
Monsters are due soon, /
Breaking promises in two: /
Trick or Treat, amen.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #halloween #oldnorthknoxville #writing #monster #writer #poet #trickortreat #101318

Oh, my balls…
Oh, my balls are a tangled mess /
Clattered together like a car wreck compress. /
Oh, my balls are twisted tight. /
Not really painful, but oh, what a sight. /
Oh, my balls are dangling there /
Unable to move in the moaning air. /
Yes, my balls are one big wad. /
They’d be blue if attached to a bod. /
But thankfully, they’re just hanging there, /
Bunched up on their rack without a care.
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#poem #poetry #humor #balls #rack #pun #davidebooker #october #wednesday #2021 #101321
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Window dressing
Brown leaves on window, /
curled into an empty grip. /
Summer’s embrace gone.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #summer #leaves #window #embrace #brown #oldnorthknoxville #photo #davidebooker #october #wednesday #2021 #101321