Biography of George Hunter
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.
Nothing esoteric, abstruse or recondite here,
Just something to read while drinking your beer.
George Hunter Poems
Six Weather Haiku
A beautiful day Sun’s shining, birds are singing God’s in his heaven.
A Cat Called Nan I once had a cat called Nan Whose tail got caught in a fan.
The zebra is a beautiful beast He has stripes that go from west to east. Or is it east to west? , I don’t know But I like the way they seem to flow.
It's Tuesday. it's Tuesday, By Gosh, by Gee, it's Tuesday. Will this be my Goodnewsday Or just another Bluesday?
001-The Story Of Noah's Ark
One day when Noah had nothing better to do He spent the day coveting his neighbor's ass and his wife's ass too. He said, 'I know very well that I won't by God be smitten As the Ten Commandments haven't even yet been written.'
A Case For Sherlock Holmes
Get up Dear Watson, don't pretend you're sick, We've got crimes to solve and clues to pick. We can't just lie around all day We've got to get going and be on our way.
Three cheers for the red white and blue And the orange and brown and purple too. I got out my paints, all that were there
I really do hate to boast But I made some delicious Frenchman's toast. Mixed two eggs so nice and round Fried the bread until ‘twas brown.
Bumblebees Can Fly
Engineers once figured it out And they are seldom wrong, no doubt. Calculated on the old slide rule Once a very useful tool.
A Fifth On The Fourth
I didn’t make This up But I’ve heard it Since
Dumb Blonde - Smart Blonde
There was a dumb blonde named Lorraine Who stood too close to a train. —It went by so fast —It tore off her ass
Boys Will Be Boys
Boys will be boys And girls will be girls. Boys have crewcuts And girls have curls.
(Pay Toilet) Here I sit all broken hearted Paid a nickel and couldn't get started
On a lazy summer afternoon All of us boys were lying in the shade Talking about all kinds of things In a world we never made.
A Strange Custom
As I was walking down the path
In my head I did some higher math.
They say that one and one makes two
But I know that that's not always true
'Cause sometimes one on one makes three
It's quite confusing don't you see.
The numbers don't add up to me.
And if you live down by the Bay
You're apt to swing the other way.