Monday, May 31, 2010

Poor Richard

My name is Richard,
They call me Rich,
If I'm being Frank with you, though...
I have not a single Penny.
Could you buy me a cup of Joe?

Remembering Dear Reuben

My best friend was a sandwich named Reuben.
My constant companion was he.
We spent long summer days playing outdoor games
And swinging from a tree.
But sadly our friendship ended
One day as lunchtime neared.
My hunger got the best of me
And dear Reuben disappeared.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Purple Speckled Egg

It was a gift from Uncle Gus, brought back from some strange land.
A lovely purple speckled egg placed in my eager hand.
In all his travels he'd found no other
I ran and showed it to my mother
Who said she'd never seen another
Purple speckled egg.

What kind of egg is it you ask? Well, that's still undecided.
I've researched oviparity but found no other like it.
Whatever it is that grows in there
Seems wholly content and unaware
As hour by hour I sit and stare
At my purple speckled egg.

Was it laid by something wriggly? Was it laid by something that flew?
Or produced perhaps by some strange beast that taxonomy never knew?
So fascinating, this fragile prize
That incubates a living surprise
A mystery larger than its size
My purple speckled egg.