At the Mall

 © 2015 by P Michael Biggs

I’m at the mall

Where you can see it all

Many people walk by

Some catch my eye

They sometimes pretty-up the mall

You won’t believe the shoes

I see some people choose

They are high on their heels

They pay for the thrill

To walk in those shoes they choose

I see all kinds of pants

Some I suppose are from France

Some pants are tight

Some pants are bright

Of course I only take a glance

At the mall there’s lots of food

Some is brewed, some is chewed, some is crude

I see people chow down

Hope they don’t break a crown

Just hope they chew their food real good

I Am Tired

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

I am really tired

I’ve come un-wired

I’m not to be admired

When I am this tired

I am beat

I can’t even eat

Gotta get off my feet

When I am this beat

I am worn out

What is that about?

I have no doubt

It could be gout

It’s time to rest my bones

And enjoy an ice cream cone

And if I moan

While on my phone

It’s just my bone’s tones

Dead Eye Dick

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Dead Eye Dick

He once took sick

He was so thick

His heart wouldn’t tick

Dead Eye Dick was mean

He was never clean

Once, when eighteen

He drank kerosene

Dead Eye Dick died

He never took a bride

No town’s folk cried

When Dead Eye Dick …

You know … passed away

Millie Moo

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Millie Moo

She was blue

She had the flu

And never drank her brew

Millie Moo

Never wore a shoe

Since she was two

Millie Moo made do

Millie Moo

She moved to Peru

She had a view

Of the ocean blue

Millie Moo

Could not do

What she tried to do

That’s too bad

Dear Millie Moo

Food

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Boil me an egg

Don’t make me beg

I need it now

To me its chow

I'm as hungry as can be

Why can’t you see?

If you feed me soon

I won’t look like a prune

If you were my friend

You’d help me mend

You’d feed me soon

Before I swoon

It’s time to eat

Don’t serve me a beet

Bring that food near

And I will cheer

The sign is clear

This poem’s end is near