Punctuated Relationship
When two copy editors socialize
If they have their druthers
They’ll get a dinner, movie too
And, uh comma date each other
A Big Draw
Being a sketch artist in a career
Is not so awfully dumb
I hear a very good one can
Make a stick figure income
See No More
My pen was filled with invisible ink
By a jokester as a prank
Each time I tried to use it
I always drew a blank
Limerick
The advice isn’t something to knock
If your rodent is talking the talk
You should tell him to chill
Out on that big hill
Maybe he should gopher a walk
Count On It
One is the number
That’s the top of the top
But also the last one
Before you blast off
Two is company
So they say
And what it takes
To tango away
Three is the number
That makes things a crowd
And the strikes that you get
Before you are out
Four in Gettysburg
Got paired up with score
And also with “Final:”
On the basketball floor
Five are the fingers
That we count on one hand
And the number of senses
Psychics claim to expand
Six is the number
Of half a dozen in a pack
And the sum of sides around a cube
Counting front and back
Seven are the days
Comprising a week
And the number of little guys
Snow White did seek
Eight is enough
Some people will claim
And the legs of an octopus
Add up to the same
Nine are the planets
If Pluto you include
And the lives with which
A cat is imbued
Ten pins make up
A bowling pin set
And the collection of fingers
And toes that you get
I could continue this verse
But my heart isn’t in it
Cuz my time for writing it
Is sadly not infinite
Wrong Key
When the cellist’s sound
Came out quite flat
The conductor said,
“Why in the F did you do that?
Do Nothings
Don’t believe everything you hear
“Nothing is impossible,” some will say
But I know many people, dear
Who do nothing every single day
Kevin Ahern is an Oregon State University Professor Emeritus of Biochemistry and Biophysics. In his retirement, he writes verses.
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