George Hunter Poems
|4.||Let Lying Dogs Sleep||3/3/2009|
|6.||Do The Math||3/17/2009|
|9.||Man From Galilee||3/30/2009|
|12.||Cold Then Hot||4/3/2009|
|15.||Old-Fashioned Girl With Rose||4/5/2009|
|16.||The Butterfly Tattoo||4/5/2009|
|18.||My Guardian Angel||4/7/2009|
|21.||The Girl From Bahrain||4/13/2009|
|22.||The Waitress From Brest||4/13/2009|
|23.||An Old Adage||4/13/2009|
|27.||Free Verse Vs Rhyme||4/16/2009|
|28.||Lady With Rose No.2||4/18/2009|
|29.||Lady With Rose||4/18/2009|
|30.||Standing Here Nude||4/18/2009|
|31.||Who To Choose?||4/18/2009|
|34.||A Real Comedown||4/24/2009|
|36.||A Young Miss From Toronto||4/22/2009|
|37.||A Young Girl From Butte||4/22/2009|
|38.||An Adept Pupil||4/25/2009|
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.
There was this man from Calcutta
Who couldn't eat any butta
-Then like a dunce
-He tried it once
And he had to throw up in the gutta.
He said I'll have to eat ghee,
It's an Indian food, don't you see?
-I can see it all now
-It's much better somehow,
It's probably my eth-nis-i-tee.