Ode to the Star-Nosed Mole

I wish I was a wicked man I hate to be a saint I wish I did the kind of things That’d make your granny faint. I wish I had an evil ...

Snake tries to eat its own tail Thought tries to think its own thought Veil tries to veil its own veil Knot tries to tie its own knot...

I like to make eggs For my friend the old man I crack them and beat them He sits in his chair. “Are you comfortable, friend?” He ...

No, no! I’m afraid That you can’t use that broom It’s an old haunted broom That we found in a tomb It won’t collect dust It just ...

Behold the zebra, it’s a horse With white and blackish stripes, of course It also has a stripey mane I’ve stuffed its butt with pure ...

I like to write poems More than I like combs More than I like phones More than I like bones More than I like foam More than I lik...

At night I saw a yellow moon It looked a lot like butter. Its smile was like an aeroplane I heard it start to mutter: “Doozle grimp...