An Ode to the Fisherman's Craft

When Biscuits Go Wrong

A Eulogy in Verse to a Popular Gourmet

Things That Are Small

An Ode to the Problems of Board Game Maintenance in Eastern Europe

When I Had A Cold

I Am Afraid

I Am Scared

I'm scared of the sky

And I'm scared of the ground

And I'm scared of the cracks in the pavement,

I'm scared of a ditch

And I'm scared of a mound

And I'm scared of the threat of enslavement,

I'm scared of a moose and I'm scared of some juice

And a goose that's got loose in my railway kaboose

And I'm scared that I'll choke on a pie

Or that I

Will get sunk in a naval engagement.