Wisps of Whimsy

4 Short Poems With Nothing Profound to Say

Disaster at Sea

I recall when I last saw ya,
we sailed on the Andrea Doria.
And you were in a frightful panic.
I said: “Relax. Your problems
are not that titanic.”

Home for the Holidays

Eleven mashed potatoes
relegated to a festive holiday table
sat complacently
while their faults
were picked apart.

Making Out

When we are canoodling
upon iridescent seas,
the sun displays its scarlet wrath
with solemn gravity.

RICO Violation

Six mafia chieftains
conspired
to purchase a piano
which they would all share.