Knife
	No, too long, you have to cook dinner.
Rope
	No, too long, it takes too long.
Pen
	No, too long, to make a refill.
Lamp
	No, too long, can't deal with the wire.
Fist
	Fist
		Yes, Fist, Yes.

I saw a passing shadow,
	Waving at my heart, hollow.
		The wind blew through a willow,
			And there left leaves from the shadow,
			That passed along,
			That I no long could follow.
Why is everything fleeting from my toe,
	Then creates an invisible halo?
		I asked myself,
			Am I the wind widow's foe,
			Or I let be blown too below?

A man was invited to play golf,
	And so he waited,
		waited,
		  waited,
		waited,
		  waited,
		waited,
		  waited,
		waited,
And still couldn't figure out,
	Where is everyone else?

	Very little words,
		Can be said,
			Of Home.
	Poetry is such,
		One should not read,
			But listen
				Taste
			and Smell.
	Look at what's around you,
		They will be gone,
			And I will too.

I saw her back,
	Eluding from my sight.
It was too late to go back,
	With practically nothing in sight.
My mind is fading me,
	On a street with no light.
Her image is evading me,
	With nothing to fight.
Then I heard the siren,
	And saw myself being carried in white.
     Oh How I wish the day, could come before the night.

There is something on the stairs,
	Something that squeaks also stares.
There is someone who needs cares,
	Someone to love when in despairs.
But it is rare,
	To be even aware,
		Of what it is to bear.
One day you would dare,
	To come in through your bare,
		In exchange for a pair.
Is it a nightmare, or is it just fair?

			Comedy
			
	He has a day off when his wife is not home.
	
	
	
			Tragedy
	
	But he has to go to the IRS.

A man walks into a piano store,
	and insists that he wants to buy a guitar.
		The store owner tells him that,
			The guitar store is just next door.
But the man insists that this guitar store is better.
	But this is a piano store.
		But the man shows him the strings in the piano,
			And claims it to be a guitar.
			
This is a peculiar case in the center of small town.
	The man wants to buy a guitar is the guitar store owner.

- "Is Harry home?"
- "Yes, he is."
- "May I talk to him?"
- "I'm afraid this is going to be rather difficult."
- "Why? Where is he?
   ...I hope he is not on the roof again..."
- "No, he is fine...he is lying on the couch."
- "So why can't he pick up the phone?"
- "Well, ma'am. I'm afraid it's a technical issue."
- "What do you mean? Who is this speaking?"
- "This is the telephone speaking. Whom may I direct you to?"

	Thirst!
	Like a Splash
	on your throat,
		Tinkling 
			and Sprinkling
				a Burst,
				Crashing into your Fist,
				Unclenched,
				Revitalized,
			And Smash - 
		The Thirst is a Curse!