The Showdown - Take a look into my head as I deal with something that strikes dread into the very core of my soul; washing dishes. Of course this was written before I had my own house and the horror of cutting the grass replaced it, but that's another poem. Text Version
Grantor - This is a poem I wrote trying to master the art of misdirection. I had hoped to have a poem where you wouldn't be able to discover what is was about exactly until the end. I'm never quite sure if I succeeded. You tell me. Text Version