The kitchen sink

I've written poems about everythibg but the kitchen sink.

I write so much that it hurts when I think.

I'd write some more but my pen is out of ink.

i'm the only man in my town who wears a mink.

Don't mess with me, I don't take sass.

If you tell anybody about my mink, I'll kick your ass.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Only the first line of this poem is true.

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