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

Monday, October 27, 2014

The world needs poetry!

Oh if the world would exist without a poem
One would need to write a book like a tome
Words would need to flow
From my head to my toe
So I could reproduce them while I roam

Friday, August 22, 2014

Intelligence, not acquired

Intelligence, not acquired
By Rob Hood© 8-22-14
A young fellow with terrible taste
Swallowed gobs of library paste
He wanted to gain knowledge
While too poor for college

It went out as bodily waste.