
Tall tale
The gravedigger says, /
As his needling wife’s unearthed, /
“It’s all a big yarn.”
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Tall tale
The gravedigger says, /
As his needling wife’s unearthed, /
“It’s all a big yarn.”
.
.
#poem #haiku #davidebooker #poet #writer #writing #may #monday #2019 #pun #wife #gravedigger #humor #unearthed #skeleton #needles #050619
Filed under 2019, haiku, photo, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker

Spiderwort
Small, purple petals, /
the Ohio Spiderwort /
weaves through your garden.
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#flower #garden #spiderwort #ohio #photo #haiku #poem #poetry #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #may #saturday #050722 #2022

I don’t know who is showing the most hip, but I can guess who is being the most cheeky in this photo.
Is this a drunken, African version of the Running of the Bulls? The Hightailing Away from the Hippopotamus? Or would that be Hippopotami?
Oh my
the hippopotami
have come to try
and drive me away.
I undressed
to my birthday best
to take my rest
on a hot day.
I did not know
it was no place to go
that I could not show
my full display.
I have caused unrest
put nature to the test
because I undressed
and tried to stay.
One big old brute
did not like my birthday suit
so I gave him the salute
and he huffed my way.
With no pants
I had little chance
to make a stance
or have my say.
I now must leave
but please don’t grieve
and don’t yet believe
I am human filet.
Filed under 2023, humor, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker