Day: July 15, 2024

Miss Mary was quite contrary
After she accidentally stepped on a spider
Scooped up its remains, buried it in her backyard
A tiny sign over its makeshift grave read Fred
Her sister visiting her, killed a fly on Mary’s screen door
Mary slapped her sister’s face and kicked her out of her house
She scrapped the fly off the screen and buried it next to Fred
A tiny sign over its makeshift grave read Susan
About three feet away Mary had another grave
Grass had grown over it and she had no sign above it
Her ex dead husband Larry she murdered in 1972

Bob Boyd

Victor was joy riding down Elm Street in Greensboro, NC.
A quiet, old Mexican man pulled in front of him by mistake.
Victor cut him off, pulled out his handgun and threatened him.
The quiet, old Mexican didn’t understand English but
Apologized in Spanish and drove away without a scene.
Victor, not too bright, thought the gentlemen insulted him.
Road raged, raced after him to pistol whip him for his slight.
The quiet, old Mexican man, a great, powerful Shaman,
Waved his hand and Victor and his car vanished.
Victor woke up in his car in a Harris Teeter parking lot
On Pisgah Church Road wondering if it was all a dream.

Bob Boyd

The act lasted for many years
The ventriloquist and the dummy
They had gigs coast to coast
Some in Europe and Canada
The dummy seemed as real as him
People swore it moved like a human
When the ventriloquist got old
And too feeble to do the show
The dummy began talking
Though the ventriloquist.

Bob Boyd

He led a lurid criminal life
Got away with many robberies
Lived a high life, many women
More robberies, more money
Never getting caught
Too smart for the police
Taunted them with letters
Boasting about his robberies
Got too brazen and overconfident
Caught and sentenced
Ten years in prison
Read about the Buddha there
Did his time in meditation
Released early, good behavior
Cut off all his golden locks
Made an ultimate vow
Became a Buddhist Monk
Somewhere in Tibet
Never heard of again
Attained Nirvana

Bob Boyd