Proper ID Required

A rose is still a rose

By any other name.

But if Rose gets mislabeled Samantha

The author is to blame


The Charlie I was so sure of

Informs me about mid way

That really deep down inside himself

He's always been a Jay


Syd's Bar and Grill on Finch Street

Never seemed quite right

The bar became Beau's Bistro

And the happy hour brewski turned into a red wine flight.


I struggle with accurate naming

A good moniker means a lot

Since a character misidentified

Can really mess up a plot

This Ain't No Love Poem: A Message to the GOP

My poems are meant to be funny and cute

But sometimes the GOP makes me just want to puke.

This week it's birth control. I can't take it no more.

Are these evil male people really that sure

They'll carry elections with judgement so poor?

A message to Ronny, Mitt, Ricky, and Newt

Come November I'm guessing you'll all be capoot.

Research is Not So Poetic

Research: a nuisance, a challenge, a chore

The part of writing I find rather a bore

But this week I've been Googling, Googling galore

To learn about Hawaii and all of its lore



My WIP is set in that state

And what's really great?

So is a movie

Starring George Clooney

My mystery should be funnier.

But trust me, the research will never be sunnier.

Playing With Poetry: No Regrots

They tell me I should be bloggin'

To hit people over the noggin

About how clever and witty and funny I be

So that y'all can't wait to see

My books!

A poet I am not

But on Sundays I'll give it a shot

Filling cyber-space with this kind of rot

And then when you read my actual mystery plots

You won't have no regrots