D.N. Schmidt’s poetry. Mostly bad.
There once was a kingdom, as I once heard, Where everyone in it was a beast or a bird. The knights were all wolves. The priest was a drake. But worst of all, the king was a snake.The animals had neither silver nor gold. They didn’t get jewels for the food that they sold. Instead when they bought any of […]
A poem Sneezle Island was really quite crowded. The Sneezles were angry, their minds were quite clouded. Although they were packed shoulder to shoulder, They were ignored by attention withholders. All of the Sneezles, from near to remotest, Thought what good was work if nobody noticed? The Sneezles were mad, and like some ignoramus, They wanted to become internet famous.
A while back, a Reddit thread asked people to describe their job in the style of Doctor Seuss. At the time, I was working in IT for a nonprofit, so this poem was my response. Enjoy! The Big Boss sat down at his computing machine And he pressed the go-goer, a button of green. But the go never went, and
Three little girls, each smiling so sweetly, All brushed their teeth and combed their hair neatly They crawled into their beds and said goodnight And then their dear mother turned out the light It was Mommy and Daddy’s monthly date Dinner and dancing would keep them out late So they called a school girl with bright red hair To watch
My friend came to me with an unusual claim. “Wheelbarrows and women are completely the same! They work in the garden, they hold bags of dirt. Some are quite prudish, the others are flirts. They both have some legs and they both have a wheel, And neither will mind if you give them a feel. Sure, one’s made of flesh
