Classic poem of the day
Watermillions fresh fum de vine—
Anybody will say deyer fine;
An' Rabbit in hash is nice,
Stirred up wid a han'ful er rice;
An' down in dis neighborhood
Dey say Brer Possum is good.
An' den dar's de big pole-beans,
An' ol'-time collard-greens,
Wid leaf blue-stemmed an' wide—
You kin have um biled or fried!
An' turnips, purple an' white—
I wish I had some dis night!
Yit 'millions, possums, rabbits,
Dey has der ways......
Member poem of the day
As a kid, I'd scribble lines with glee,
Writing poems, oh so carefree.
For a grade, I'd weave words together,
Thinking I was quite the poet, clever!
Teachers praised my rhyming style,
With gold stars, they'd make me smile.
But little did I know back then,
Writing for grades was just a yen.
Now, as an adult, I wield my pen,
In hopes my poems bring some yen.
No more gold stars, just bills to pay,
Oh, how life's r...