TO MY PATRONS AS i RETIRE

If you have some problem then,

Come and visit me, 

For, somewhere in my short stories, poems and limericks,

I might have some comfort there for thee.

TEN TO THE POWER OF NINETY-NINE

Dim-bulb Davis and his gang of ten,

Thought a good fight would prove they were men,

So, after a day of drinking whiskey and wine,

They stood up to a gang numbering ninety plus nine,

Dim-bulb's gang was destroyed showing the finality of Zen.

IN THE CRAWLSPACE I MADE A CRAWL

In the crawlspace I made a crawl,

That's where I found my best haul,

I found some old toys,

That brought me back ancient joys,

Of siblings and each possession brawl.