Author: Mike Crowl

It’s a
CINCH he’ll be the DRIER ROWER, the
SHEER ROWER power keeps him
DRIER, also a CINCH the ROWER will row
SHEER over the not at all DRIER waterfall.            

I saw the body snatcher foolishly FRISK
the recently-interred (then disinterred) STIFF
on the cemetery’s CTV camera’s PHOTO.
Yay! Now we have the first of our DATUM.

         

‘CRANK up the tooth-pulling
LASSO, nurse, I’m gonna pull this here
TOOTH right outta his everlovin’ mouth.’

JOKER. My dentist is such a waffling joker.

REEDY as her small but steady
VOICE is, when she rides the
CURVE of this vocal line, she
STARTs to sound like a soprano.      

With one aesthetic CLICK
he took a photo super-ARTSY
in which the ordinary sun SHONE
on an even more ordinary PLANK.  

MOODY, playing Fagin, lights the
TAPER. Fellow actors note the stench of
CHILI, reel from the pre-performance
SWILL of a beer or two too many.

My friend’s favourite descriptive word: VAPID.
OUGHT I let other people know this,
SHARE it with the world? Or say that the
flight I most delight in is the HERON’s.

Overindulgence of CANDY
at Christmas has meant today’s NINTH
trip to the outside, long-drop PRIVY
and too much washing in the DRIER.           

Once I acCRUDE some understanding in this hospital, I
LEARNed that a little bitty knowledge of the
NURSE’s daily workload goes a long way to getting a
BITTY – a little bitty – more help with my post-op struggles.  

SORRY to report that the aging soak who tried to
TOUCH the havoc-maker for twenty dollars
WREAKed the full wrath of the latter’s
SURLY self-centred censure.