Very Bad Archive
Reagan could hit his marks, and grin on cue with the best of them. or There is no "PLAN B"
Craig Leaf
A Manipulated Fourteen Line Poem
(rules invented by Ravi Shankar ShankarR@ccsu.edu)
"A hippie is some one who looks like Tarzan dresses like Jane and smells like a cheetah… It's just too bad we can't have an epidemic of botulism"
1920's Dixon; The "Small Universe" of the midwest.
during the summer of 1926 daddies "fat little dutchman" put 77
notches in a log for every life he saved, never counting the lives lost
unlike his jellybeans, the leader of the free world counting the colored candies like little
rainbows of decapitated air traffic Controllers pink-o's, unlikely balloons, miss infiltrated, "they have forfeited their jobs
and next year at this time will be terminated."
but Rhonda Fleming says, "Big Girls Don't Cry!"
honorable, beloved Serpent of state and sweet sailing up
a downward street, "Rawhide, would you like to be president of the United States of America?
"Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music."
"My fellow Americans, I'm pleased to tell you today that I've signed legislation that will outlaw Russia forever. We begin bombing in five minutes."
First Lady was not Nancy Reagan's first title, she priorly held, hands down, the best blow-job title in all of Hollywood.
That’s Nancy Reagan sitting on Mr. T’s lap, giving him a smooch, at a White House Christmas party,1983 (The First Lady actually requested Mr. T come to the party dressed as Santa Claus) and No, there never was A "Plan B"
Craig Leaf has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Craig's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Craig's latest works: