What poems come to our minds?

[Happy Monkey]

Willy, with a thirst for gore,
nailed his sister to the door.
His mother said with humor quaint,
"Now Willy, dear, don't scratch the paint!"

Down the family drinking well
Willy pushed his sister Nell.
She's there yet, because it kilt her.
Now we have to buy a filter.

Willy saw some dynamite.
Couldn't understand it quite.
Curiosity seldom pays.
It rained Willy seven days.

[Mrs. Parker]

If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark,
If I'm in bed each night by ten,
I may get back my looks again.
If I abstain from fun and such,
I'll probably amount to much;
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn.

Dorothy Parker

[thrillhouse]

Gone

Everbody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk .. a few old things
And is gone,
Gone with her little chin
Thrust ahead of her
And her soft hair blowing careless
From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.

Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
Nobody knows where she’s gone.

~ C. Sandburg