|
| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
11/29/2011 |
|
| I know a couple of folks like that, traveling black holes of amusement. Patrick |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
11/23/2011 |
|
Dayvid, I believe most of us have encountered someone like that.
Always,
Deborah |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
11/20/2011 |
|
I've know profs like this. Thanks, Dayvid. Love and peace,
Regis |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Grizzly Bear |
11/20/2011 |
|
I love that
He digs is own
Hole
has a double meaning:) |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
11/20/2011 |
|
| Sounds like that guy, Mr. Ed, just below, LOL...but really, sounds like so many teachers, they talk to hear themselves speak...e |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
11/20/2011 |
|
| Sounds just like my old boss! |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
11/19/2011 |
|
| This awesome poem goes by in one fabulously entertaining comic flash! :) |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
11/19/2011 |
|
| Can't top Sage. Never could. Never will. Enjoyed your poem anyway. |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
11/19/2011 |
|
Sounds like ego's synonym of diarrea of the mouth. You know, Dayvid, nothing ever comes from self-centered personalities. They all have boring lives just like they speak in monotone, the same pitch, the same bunch of crap. Now give us a saddlebag doctor who talks about turpentine remedies and the religion of 1800s apothecaries and we'll sit all day and listen. Good poetry and to the point.
Love and White Cloud or Angel Soft,
Sage
|
|
|
|
Bookmarks
Share
Print
Save