Sad Mad Glad

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Have you ever been to "Sad"

Are you sad when you are bad

What would it take for you to be glad

On the day when you are sad

I am glad I wear a pad

When I get spanked by dear old Dad

That is a day I get sad

Cause I don’t want him to be mad

When I am sad

I want to be glad

When I am mad

I am sad sad sad

My happy place makes me glad

My wife makes me glad

My poems make me glad

Sad or mad?  Oh no

Find your way to glad

Psychotic

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I don’t think I’m psychotic

Nor neurotic

Perhaps a bit robotic

I don’t take narcotics

My life is not chaotic

I’m not despotic

I love exotic

I’m full of logic

My eyes are optic

My brain is psychic

I’ve taken a tonic

I don’t smack of demonic

I swim, so I’m aquatic

I’m often patriotic

Sometimes I stray off topic

But only periodic

I’m mostly non-alcoholic

I don’t get near catastrophic

I don’t want to be astronautic

This poem must end -- this is my deposit

Sally Lin Cut Her Chin

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Sally Lin cut her chin

She used to grin; now she is chagrined

Skin hangs where her chin has been

Some may say it’s her dorsal fin

Her chin will heal

It will, it will

It will likely peel

Now that’s the deal

When she is well

She must not dwell

On what befell

Of her chin tale

She’s only a girl

With a big long curl

And with a swirl

She gives it a twirl

That hides the cut

On Sally Lin’s chin

Boys and Toys

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I am a boy

And I’m annoyed

I like fun toys

I jump for joy

Some big strong boys

Destroyed my toys

I’m annoyed

They’re not nice boys

I try to repair

I care, I care

It seems unfair

They destroyed what I share

And if I dare

I’d pull their hair

Then they would swear

So I don’t dare

Toys and big boys

I dared to share

What’s become of my toys

They’re in great need of repair

Universe

© 2015 by Maria Fridenmaker

U       Un-identified

N       Notorious for stealing imaginations

I        In a world full of mystery

V       Vast and ongoing

E       Effortless, endless

R       Reinventing the idea of forever

S        Sleeping in a bed of stars

E       Everlasting

Maria Fridenmaker

Pretty Girls

© P Michael Biggs 2015

All Rights Reserved

I like pretty girls

In little pig tails

And frilly dresses

With pearls

Do girls like me

It’s plain to see

I’m married to one

We were meant to be

My Pickle

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Once I bought a pickle

I only paid a nickel

I wanted to cut up my pickle

I used a hammer and a sickle

Now this poem may seem fickle

It’s only about my nickel pickle

It would be great if you were tickled

About my nickel pickle