FOUR SHORTIES
DAWN CHORUS
The song of love that once I knew
I hear again
I listen to
The chorus of the dawn.
THE EPICURE
She thinks she is an epicure
She really is a dork
It’s true she loves her curry
But she eats it with a fork.
RANK MAKES NO HALO
High above the man who has
sits the man who does.
THE WAY TO HIS HEART
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
- so where’s the point of entry?
I’m glad I’m not a woman
- if it’s where I think it might be!