Jan Sand

(February 2 1926 / USA)

Poems of Jan Sand

121. The Sea 5/18/2013
122. The Sea of Night 5/19/2013
123. The Skill 5/21/2013
124. The Speed Of Light 5/21/2013
125. The Thrush 5/21/2013
126. The Visitor 5/19/2013
127. The World Awry 5/19/2013
128. The Young Pheasant 5/21/2013
129. Thesaurus Rex 5/18/2013
130. To Mate 5/19/2013
131. Touch 5/21/2013
132. Toy Victory 5/19/2013
133. Transience 5/21/2013
134. Typing 5/18/2013
135. Up There, Down Here 5/21/2013
136. Visiting 5/20/2013
137. Wednesday 5/21/2013
138. Winter Population 5/19/2013
139. Wordsmith 5/21/2013
140. Year's End 5/21/2013

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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