Tax Time Rhyme

You need to have all of your facts
When getting ready to file your tax
It's not that amusing
When the laws are confusing
And the government wants their max

© 2013 Cliff Feightner

iPhone Poem

I write this poem
With my phone
Though in my house
And not alone

Not with my laptop

It's plain you see

It's charging up

A new battery

In case you are
Now keeping score
Each stanzas lines
Count up to four

And if you want

To know it's use

It is my proof

I still write like Seuss

But please return
Keep coming back
I'll promise you

I'll stay on track

Name Change

Today as my memory would jog
I changed the name of this blog
The destination's the same
And I'll keep my fame
There are many rhymes in this backlog

© 2013 Cliff Feightner

Old Survey

I listen to Casey today
And listen to what he will play
The survey is old
But there is some gold
The hits from a long ago May

Dr. Seuss of NASCAR? I think not!

Today, during the Sprint Cup race, I was was busy on a Facebook page called NoBarNASCAR. I was writing limericks and posting them on the page. I was receiving compliments for my work. Someone also called me "The Dr. Seuss of NASCAR." But let me tell you, NASCAR already has a "Cat in the Hat." His name is Jack Roush. But I guess I can get a little "Seussian" and write a few stanzas about NASCAR.

I guess you want
To see the cars
All driven by
The NASCAR stars

Left hand turns

You want to see

Your favorite drivers

Moving free

They don't want

To slide and slip

Don't want to lose

Their sponsorship

They're low on gas

They stop and pit

The pit crews work

While drivers sit

Crew chiefs are paid

To call the shots

A bad decision

Cost drivers spots

Goodyear tires

And Sunoco gas

All help the drivers

Drive and pass

All laps are run

The time is up

One race closer

To the cup

In victory lane

Confetti falls

The winner kept

Away from walls

And if your driver

Did not win

Do not despair

They'll run again

And Whoo's Birthday is Today?

Today's a birthday
Can't you see
And I will tell you
Now with glee

I know you want

To hear some more

This birthday man

Is Theodor

Who is this man

This Geisel guy

He now writes poems

Up in the sky

I will tell you

It is my plan

I will tell you

About the man

Growing up

You heard his rhymes

They are the greatest

Of all the times

All the rhymes

Wrote by the man

We all did read them

A dandy plan

But if you're puzzled

And need a clue

You might be stumped

And wonder whoo                                                                                               If Horton comes

And eats green ham

The Grinch might come

And hit you-BAM!

If red and blue fish

Will hop on pop

You'll guess this man

And you're on top

I now will say

I will let loose

This birthday guy

Is Doctor Seuss

A Freebee

I'm not on the clock
This one is free
I exceeded my goal
I say with glee

I proved to myself
I still can rhyme
Last ten days proved
Test of my time

Be back in the morrow
Some things to say
Be back to observe
A special birthday