George Hunter Poems
- Cat's Talking There was a big feline named Dancer Who asked ...
- Train Watching,1937 On a lazy summer afternoon All of us ...
- A Day At The Beach One summer's day, with nothing better to ...
- A Fifth On The Fourth I didn’t make This up But I’ve heard ...
- A Strange Custom As I was walking down the path In my head I...
- Aromas Did you ever think that when you smell something ...
- A Gal Named Grace There once was a gal named Grace Who had ...
I'm just a rhymer, not a poet,
Read one of mine and then you'll know it.
You don't have to pretend you understand,
It's as plain as day, like the palm of your hand.
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There was a big feline named Dancer
Who asked her mate for an answer.
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Why you just oscillate its titalot.
Now that you tell me I see that it’s true
How so much knowledge you could accrue
That is another thing I wish that I knew.
The more education you have the less you know
And another piece of information I could throw
Is that all this knowledge just makes me sadder
Now I realize it’s just mind over matter.
Which only means that if you don’t mind it don’t matter.