Stop me please
If I ramble
I figure that saying
So is a gamble
But I think it’s worth
Taking a crack…
Hoping there’ll be
No hiccup to queer it
So stand aside while
I steer it my way…
If I’m lucky,
By end of day
No words to mince
I’ll not need to wince
No need to festoon him
With deserved opprobrium
Everyone knows he’s just a pest

Prompt: Use at least 3 of the following 6 words in a poem

  • pest
  • crack
  • ramble
  • hiccup
  • wince
  • festoon


We’ve heard the song
Old Blue Eyes said
He did it his way
With few regrets
But didn’t he have
A great life that
Most would prefer
Over what they get?
Riches, fame, and
Beautiful dames…
Not everyone can
Score the same…
Face the facts, folks
If, like me, you try to
Make it sunny side up
Don’t you usually
Break the yolks?
Too many regrets
Have come my way…
Please…no more…okay?
I’m looking forward to the day


Up to a certain point in life
I went along with the beliefs
I was raised within…
All along I sensed that
Something didn’t add up
In my small universe
What should I believe?
Were the faith of my mother
And the faith of my father
More meaningful than
Faith in myself?
I thought not…
And as it’s often said…
That’s my story and I’m
Sticking with it


You have three wishes
He heard it said
A Midas touch
Would be nice
He mused
And soon
His other
Two wishes
Were used
But when
He kissed
The lips
Of his love
She turned
To gold…and
Stone cold dead
The moral is old
But it remains true
Be careful what you wish for
Or this could happen to you


You’ve ridden Dodgem cars…right?
Well I had the truck version…
In 1956, Dodge made the perfect truck
The front looked like a Dodgem car…
So after the letters D-O-D-G-E
I added a tiny chromed M
4 on the floor and bucket seats
They weren’t cool in ’56…
Just part of a bare bones truck
A truck with attitude
There’s a downside to most stories
As much as I liked my Town Panel
Real life required more reliable wheels
I sold it with regret…
Regret that never went away