EPIGRAMS

***note: this is one of the poems I wrote in high school for our poetry portfolio...I am posting this and others from that time (almost a decade ago) in the hopes of (a) showing my progress, (b) filling up the space, and (c) likely eliciting a few laughs***


“The Fool”

If cash for your dishonest
And laziness you’re wishin’,
Then kiss a baby, shake a had—
Become a politician!

“It Could Be”

The world’s not all it should be.
Perfection’s what it could be.
If through a trial
I spied a smile
I’m positive it would be.

“Only on Sundays”

“Yes, I’m a Christian!” shouted he
To all the people ‘round him.
But once alone, forgot the fact,
Then blushed when others found him.
“What did I do?” he hotly asked
When mother chose to ground him.
His mother’s silence chilled his blood;
The answer would astound him.