3 Poems

Goldfish

I still remember the day I flushed my pet goldfish down the toilet.  At first I felt really bad, but later that same day I nailed our cat’s tongue to the floor and set fire to my ant farm, so, in retrospect, it didn’t seem like such a big deal. Ankh! I’m all chippper now.  Seems my problem was not enough hematite.  Now that my love muffin has bought me a hematite ankh, I should be ship-shape from here on out. Thanks! 100,000,000,000,000 Poems Had lunch with my agent today.  I talked about the trouble I was having with finishing my new book, “100,000,000,000,000 Poems.”