Kiss

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I longed for a kiss

From a pretty little miss

She didn’t resist

I was in bliss

Her name was Chris

She was from Swiss

She had a sis

Whom I never kissed

We kissed and kissed

My sweet pretty Chris

I never missed

A chance for her kiss

One day she resisted

A chance for my kisses

Why would she dismiss

My sweet kiss

I was dismayed at this

I wanted a kiss

But Chris did resist

Any chance for a kiss

I could have hissed

I so did miss

Just one more kiss

From my sweet Chris

Warts

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Not everything goes with warts

For instance forts and courts

Sports and shorts

Those don’t go with warts

We want warts to abort

We go on report

People kick us out of resorts

When we have warts

When You Don't Know

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

When you don’t know

Then don’t blow

Don’t crow

And don’t flow

When you don’t know

Don’t owe

Don’t row

Better not sew

When you don’t know

You have a few woes

Don’t drop and throw

Things on your big toe

When you don’t know

Don’t put it in your bio

Don’t hide it in your bread dough

Or burry it in the snow

When you don’t know

Say so

Let go

Cause others already know

I Need a Chair

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I need a chair

Where oh where

Oh look, over there

There is a chair

This chair is fair

The seat is bare

The cushion is where

I do declare

I am aware

This chair is bare

Can I have bus fare

To go over there

And buy a chair

I bought a chair

It needed repair

This is not fair

It was not square

Whose hair is there

On my new chair

I do declare

It belongs to a bear

(Cartoon artwork by Josh Fridenmaker - my grandson)

Jimmy Jack John

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I have a friend named Jimmy Jack John

He left town, we don’t know where’s gone

He was last seen driving down St. John

Someone said he was cruising in the San Juan’s

Here’s what I know about Jimmy Jack John

He loves pecans and prawns and ponds

He’s been to Taiwan and I think Saigon

His favorite phrase is keep on, keep on

We will miss Jimmy Jack John

Wish we knew why he did move on

Oh, did I say he loves bon-bons

That’s my tail of Jimmy Jack John

I Like to Write

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Some people write to appear bright

Sometimes there’s light

When people write right

As for me I write to delight

I offer insight when I write

Some people cite what I write

I hate to rewrite

I try to write right

Do you ever get stage fright

I don’t, cause I write

Sometimes my words sit over night

I mull and stew, hope they come out alright

I once went on a nonstop flight

Simply to write and write and write

I think it was a frightful flight

That’s not the way I like to write

(Cartoon artwork by Josh Fridenmaker - my grandson)

Hominy Grits

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I never spit when I eat hominy grits

I keep my wits and eat every bit

I wrote a poem about eating hominy grits

It didn’t fit so I quit

Bread

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I like bread made by Fred

He knows how to use his head

And with his bread he gives me spread

With the bread made by Fred

Fred sleeps in a bed

It is chrome red

And above his bed

There is a cow’s head

Fred carries his bread,

He uses his head

He is not misled

When he delivers his bread

One sign he misread

It said don’t tread

A day I did dread

A day with no bread

I Broke My Arm

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

When I was nine I broke my arm

We were playing Sunday afternoon football

We lived next to Lambert’s farm

It was in the fall

It was me against Donny and Ronnie

I was smallish but gutsy

They were big and I was puny

But I wasn’t fussy

The ball was snapped

I tried to run

There was a gap

Then it was done

They tripped me up

I didn’t get up

I couldn’t get up

Without help up

Donny took one look

I can fix that, I saw it in a book

He pulled and jerked

I cried and was irked

That ended our football game that day

I went inside and lay on my bed

I prayed real hard and thought in my head

That God would straighten my arm

I didn’t think I was doing any harm

Finally I had to show Mom

She ask how and I dropped the bomb

She rushed me to see Dr. Porch

He set it, of course

That ended my football career

It would have been a winning year

My arm soon healed

We paid the bill

This is the end of that deal