Author: Matt Keough

A pulsing headache

Flushed face and flame-red earlobes

Don’t worry, I’m fine

World Poetry Day

The phrase has five syllables

A haiku is born

 

Judgement imagined

My mouth will not declare it

I won’t cast that stone

 

I like buttermilk

I may be the only one

Can’t tell if it’s spoiled

Write a poem a day

Seemed like a fun idea

That was months ago

May your bread be soda

May your pints be stout

May St. Patrick protect you

When you’re out and about!

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Sun shine while raining

Half the sky dark, half bright blue

Forecasting is tough

The Governor won

Denied Trump one victory

Thwart Trump, Ohio

Thunder and lightning

Radar glows yellow and red

The March lion roars