Ode to the Star-Nosed Mole

When we held hands, we drank the sweet milk. When we tried to light that Altoid tin on fire, we drank the sweet milk. When we ran into the f...

What a lovely thing to be All foot loose and fancy free Ain’t nobody here with a leash on me I’m free as a beast or a bird. The only thi...

The chimney sweep is for chimneys The memory sweep is for minds He’s the reason you’ll never forget your own age But your house keys you ...

I’m sitting in my swivel chair I do so love to swivel My swivel chair is true and sweet And all the rest is drivel I’ve got emails, emai...

My, what warbles! We warble so sweetly to each other, to all men and women, and our warblings are echoed back to us, just as sweetly, as if ...

The great and wonderful Snack Mister has snacks for all who are snackless. He will put a snack under your pillow at night, and two snacks un...

We could not bite into your orchard fruit Or feel its crisp sweet in our teeth Your gifts were more abstruse, packed with wires... we sli...