Treasure Island

Jan Sand

(February 2 1926 / USA)

Poems of Jan Sand

81. Question 5/19/2013
82. Rains 5/18/2013
83. Refuge 5/18/2013
84. Restrictions 5/21/2013
85. Retreat 5/18/2013
86. Rhyming Pestilence 5/21/2013
87. Runners 5/21/2013
88. Satelight 5/21/2013
89. Shaving 5/21/2013
90. Shorn 5/21/2013
91. Sister 5/19/2013
92. Skin 5/19/2013
93. Snow 5/21/2013
94. Somebody Else's Dog 5/19/2013
95. Sound Abounds 5/19/2013
96. Spark 5/18/2013
97. Spell 5/21/2013
98. Spelunking The Psyche 5/21/2013
99. Starstuck 5/19/2013
100. Subway 5/18/2013

The Funny Old Man

There was an old man who was lonely and grim
And excessively technically minded.
He lived with a cat and an owl that was fat
And a fancy new clock. He=d designed it.
Every hour it rang with a click and a bang
And was good for cooking up noodles.
While down deep inside it secretly fried
Sardines for wandering poodles.
Now poodles can be, as you really can see,

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