SOCCER, ROCKER, GOODBYE

Harry never left his bedroom, green rocker,

He did not feel well, had a bad tick toker,

Once a big jock at sports,

So the paper reports,

He passed watching an intense game of soccer.

THE TIME TRAVEL PEASANT

My time machine will machine no more,

So, I can't the future or the past explore,

I am stuck in the present,

Like a time travel peasant,

Such a mundane existence, I deplore.