JUN/JUL/AUG 04 / VOL. 5 ISSUE 1
This Month's Poem
 
 

The Guest

He just laid down for a rest
When in came a house full of guest.
He jumped to his feet
trying to look neat.
and put on a smile for the pest.


Cool

I think I will never see
a waiter as cool as he
As ladies sup undisturbed,
men in line await their turn.
Nonchalant the waiter waits his gratuity


Irish Haiku

Irish triathlon
All night long, Beer, Rum, Whiskey
Hangover breakfast


Irish Voodoo Tip

Swear off liquor forever
Then watch the priest faint


— Gerald A. McBreen
 Gerald A. McBreen is a poet living in Auburn, Wash. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 


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