Rhyme Of The Day

I am an awful Catholic, it is true.  I disbelieve. I do not go to church.  Except, and this is strange, sometimes I do.  I go into the build...

The s is silent in island, Although I'm not sure why,  Unless it's to trip up foreigners...  Our spelling humor is dry.  Our languag...

To swim in the sea where Sappho might have swum,  To spy the fishes nibbling in the sand,  To listen on the whisper of the wind  For words s...

 Theories? I got a million. Just ask my wife.  At this point she’s listened to them for most of her life.  Evidence? Yeah I do have some. Bu...

 I understand that birds and bees See ultraviolet frequencies.  I cannot say the same for me - I must make do with normal colors.  The bees ...

 One of the puzzles about Shakespeare, that playwright from the past, Is that his vocabulary appears to have been truly vast, Including tech...

I often think  About the Sphinx  Which almost defies comprehension.   It’s a humanoid cat  With an odd-looking hat  Designed to attract atte...

 Rich and powerful people, dragged through the dirt, Hauled before judges, haughty but hurt, Some of them seem like their souls are just los...

 I inquired of a cardinal, What’s with the red? Wouldn’t camouflage brown Be safer instead? He pondered it briefly  And breezily said: My br...

 You might think that by now the Sphinx Would have sunk into the sand, But it sits and never slinks, Never scratches, never blinks, Looking ...

They build churches To hold holiness, But then we worship Things measureless, And uncontainable.  Still… sometimes attainable.  The song of ...

 When we were kids, my father thought it was funny To claim that he would catch the Easter Bunny, And make a rabbit stew - a tasty way  To c...

 Love is a feeling, A force of the will, Perhaps revealing  A sort of skill At truly discerning  Beneath the skin The fire burning  The hear...

 Dostoyevsky was an addicted gambler, Whose best characters are loquacious ramblers Who frequently verge into the absurd.  But since he was ...

 Boethius called the Muses of Poetry names: “Whorish stage girls”. In this way he defames An art that he himself had long pursued  In terms ...

 Some say that existence exists, And I’m not here to tell you they lie.  The universe surely persists - Without sign of soon saying goodbye....

 As a philosopher, Seneca promoted Maintaining tranquility in the face of trauma, However as a playwright he emoted All over the stage with ...

Whose words these are, I think I know,  Some author who died years ago!  He will not see me cut and paste  His paragraphs in horrid haste.  ...

Goddess of Grain, standing among the clouds,  Atop the tower called the Board of Trade,  One hundred years, almost, you’ve watched the crowd...

 Ask your doctor if X is right for you! That’s what they say - and so that’s what I do.  I call my doctor every week, you see, To find out i...