Post Residency Poem by a non-Poet-Trying to Rhyme without Touching Myself

Captain Merle, Captain Morgan and Captain Jack

My GA bombed in a seagull attack

You wake ‘em you take ‘em

Can we just shake ‘em and bake ‘em?

A hammered dulcimer, a guitar, a classic blues song

Grizzly Adams on high octane Rock Star danced in a sarong

An impromptu rendition of the Hokey Pokey

Learning that ghosts like to spoon with an Okie.

Diane called Elk with her unusual horn

A new genre--SNHU-rotica—was illegitimately born

‘Imagine’ from the Chapel, we can only wish

Rick’s new craft book ‘How to Write from the POV of a Fish’

Searching for meat, a snuggly rat in the bed

Sooner Born and Sooner Bred, when I die I’ll be Sooner dead

Is that a wig?  Are you famous? Are you from the Navy?

Believe it or not, the cook calls that gravy.

Telling jokes with Uncle Wiggly, trying not to be noisy

Air Force does a quasi-striptease, and we learn to pronounce ‘Boise’

A shy little Texan got up to dance

A well deserved award for Pratima Cranse

A Cosmo reading made the Desert Father turn red

At least Ken woke up in his own little bed

Emma keeps her rat in an unusual place

There’s nothing like that smile on Natalie’s face

Extra crispy or original

Don’t get sucked in

Kim and the corn

Turtles.  Enough said.

Saying goodbye to old friends, and hello to the new

We are Writers.

We are Wet.

We are Trashy Women.

We are Pirates.

We are Goddesses.

Fugetaboutit.