Poem Of The Now

Poem of the Now presents you with a random poem, written by me, specifically picked for you to enjoy in this one-of-a-kind moment that will never come again! (unless you click a bunch of times)

Poem Of The Now

Iron-Butt Bynum

There’s a man from Maine,
With steel for a rear—
I didn’t think I’d mind him.

But when he came by,
My chairs ran in fear,
And now I cannot find ’em.

That man is gone,
He split last week,
And left my house behind him.

But that, you see,
Is the worst place to be—
Behind Old Iron-Butt Bynum.

This poem was selected for my book!