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.’

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.