Friday, December 6, 2019

Chain Gang Blues

Chain gang blues © by Rob Hood 12-6-2019

You all know my name is Mitch

I'm a real angry son of a bitch

Since I work very hard

Out there in the yard

And then I sleep in a ditch!

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

My Sciatica

My Sciatica by © Rob Hood
My sciatica gives me such pain
That I often walk with a cane
It makes me quite ill
Not cured by a pill
That I usually throw in the drain

Thursday, November 16, 2017

The Felon's Lament

The Felon's Lament
by Rob Hood© November 16, 2017

Please don't send the police around
I am upset when I hear their sound
It makes me so nuts
I'll  vomit my guts
Because I can't accept being found

Friday, May 26, 2017

Keeping up on My Meds

Keeping up on My Meds © Rob Hood 5/26/17

I went to pharmacist Bill

To buy an important pill

I took it in one huge swallow

A big cup of water did follow

Now I'm in good health still

Friday, May 12, 2017

Out West


Out West © Rob Hood 5/12/17

Riding out on the plain

By horse, and not a train

It's a great pleasure

I do in my leisure

I feel like John Wayne

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Contemplating my navel


Contemplating my navel © Rob Hood 5/9/17

On a night so serene

I know what they mean

I completely understand what is said

When they speak of how we're bred

It's a matter of the gene

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Two short poems

I was sitting in the waiting room of my doctor's office this morning and to keep from being bored to death, I wrote 2 short poems.  I hope that somebody likes them.

The voice of the medical assistant

Get yourself seated
Don't make me repeat it
You thought you'd fun
But that time is done
Even if you needed it


The voice of a sadist

Stick your middle finger
In the washer wringer
If your head's not in a cloud
You'll scream right out loud
And sound like a singer