The local newspaper had a Halloween haiku contest. These did not win.
when you’re a poor kid
to dress up as a hobo
you needn’t add much
loose good and plenties
jelly apple lint dusted
throw away later
new foreign neighbors
apprehending some danger
keep houselights unlit
My parents lived in Bloomfield, NJ but I was born in Saint Michael’s Hospital in Newark. My last name looks Italian (has a vowel on the end), but we are of traditional pale German-Irish stock. When the time came to bring baby Paul home from the hospital, my mother was highly indignant when “They tried to give me a little Italian baby!”. I am satisfied any other attempts also failed, for I look pretty much like my brother.
A couple of other things I was told but don’t actually remember: once I got out of the house naked and walked pretty far down Olive Street before anybody noticed. Once I pulled a chest of drawers over on myself but my brother heard it fall and got me out from under there. Thanks, bro.
Shadow
[spacer height=”14px”]I like to pee with the night light on
It makes my dick look big and long
[spacer height=”10px”]If I should lose a couple drops
I squirt some Clorox on those spots.
On comics
– Mr. Dithers is a total prick
– Dagwood seems to be a closeted bulimic
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