Ken Gosse
/ GreyThoughts.InfoThe weekend after a chat…
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…midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over wafting scent of pizza permeating through my door—
My appetite whet by this mocking…
By Ken Gosse
A reversing Fibonacci poem.
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…where it last set,
but wisdom’s not dawned on us yet.
I’d like to surmise…
By Ken Gosse
This is not the 1953 Doris Day,,,
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…secret love will rarely go unknown—
their secrets are not meant for them to own—
for rumors spread much faster…
By Ken Gosse
The title is a parody of Gilbert…
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…time I gave up rent for lent
without obtaining signed consent,
the landlord proved to be…
By Ken Gosse
An epitaffy for two.
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…hands were crossed upon his vest—
next to my wife, both laid to rest.
Upon great pains, when put to…
By Ken Gosse
A Dad-and-Daughter discussion…
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…tell me where limericks come from.
Of course, I already asked Mum.”
“Dear, research…
By Ken Gosse