2. A car on a side street I spy
Fast pulls in front of me. Why?
I'd been going 60.
But now I'm at 50.
Rude fools can't let fast folks pass by!

3. Then the store checkout line is not fast.
So I change to line two. I'm aghast.
The first just got quicker
Line two was a trickster.
Yes, the last shall be first; the first, last.

4. I race home because there is something
I've taped, and for me it is everything.
I mope and I pout
Cause the power had gone out.
While away from my home, I taped nothing.

5. And so I've proceded to bake
A costly and chocolate-filled cake.
A most horrible taste!
Salt for sugar I'd placed.
What a waste. (No more nuts for a remake!)

6. I'm in bed. There's this really good show.
But my eyes won't stay open. Oh, no!
In the a.m. it's one.
I awake. My show's done.
Just like life, the end I can't know.

A poet gets up out of bed
To type out a poem in his head
I'm really not crazy
But sometimes too lazy
And write on my pillow instead

A poet is always contented
Through poetry fantasy's vented
But the long ago bard
Had to memorize hard
Until paper and pen were invented

-- Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown, PA

When hubby decided to retire
His wife said, honey I declare
On what they give
We'll just barely live
And not have one dime we can spare!

-- Submitted by Burmah M. Teague from Chickamauga, GA

Winter caught us driving sleet and rain.
No succor, no progress, no gain.
And what if our plan
Should eliminate Man?
Without mind, all we reap is the pain.

-- Submitted by Wilson F. Engel, III from San Diego, CA

I asked a hummingbird about what was wrong
Why with other birds it didn't join and sing a song
It put me squarely in place
And said with very straight face
"To their songs I enjoy humming along."

-- Submitted by Raleigh D. Meadow from Ligonier, IN

-- Submitted by Carol Merolla from Johnston, RI

A ball is a wonderful thing
you may hit with a crack or a ping
whether oblong or round
in the air or on the ground
where a ball is, excitement will reign.

-- Submitted by T. Edward Cross from St. Louis, MO

"There's a train at four - four," said Miss Jenny.
"Four tickets I'll take, have you any?"
Said the man at the door, "Not four for four - four
For four for four - four is too many."

-- Joseph C. Tyler, Sr.