Poems

Submitted by Lew Pitcher on November 11, 2009 - 13:35
Rare Monster
There once was a cordial troll,
Who's words were as black as his soul.
"Gimme!" he cried.
Extortion he tried,
And he dug himself into a hole.
In October
Spider's winter nest
Fake Butter drips o'er the web
"Clean up on aisle three!"