The Pant-a-Loon lives in your pants and in your leiderhosen.
It’s thin and soft and lives wrapped up inside the pants you’ve chosen.
It slithers in a pants leg, either left one or the right ones.
Its favorites are the baggy kind and always shuns the tight ones.
The Pant-a-Loon sleeps patiently until you put on slacks
And then the flat and sneaky beast awakens and attacks.
The way you beat the Pant-a-Loon and not end up its food?
You simply must take off your pants and walk around half-nude.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Epitaphs III
Here I lie,
Weiling Chan,
Sliced to death by a ceiling fan.
I rest now in heaven
And hear angels chatter
All the while looking
Like a cold deli platter.
Weiling Chan,
Sliced to death by a ceiling fan.
I rest now in heaven
And hear angels chatter
All the while looking
Like a cold deli platter.
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Little Nell
Little Nell ate honey
Directly from the hive.
If Nell had just removed the bees
She still might be alive.
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odd chidrens poems,
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