Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Funny Papers

What is wrong with me today 
is nothing too concerning, 
if you lift the lid, like kids should,
when they're potty learning.

See my witless shit arrayed, 
displayed before you. Flush,   
and send - I now append 
all this with a pot rush: 

Baa Baa, black sheep.
Have you ever eaten weeds? 
Yes sir! Yes sir!
I just planted some 
of thought into your pasture 
of pleasantries, and pain 
relief. I mean, 'Good Grief!,' 
said Charlie Brown, again.