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Poems by plunkett

Viagra Fails, NY

Impotency is hard on me.

Well, kinda soft, actually.

Nickel Haiku

Nickels are worthless.

Let me count all of the ways.

One, two, three, four, five.

Hire a Celebrity to Do Your Laundry

I hired Tom Hanks to do my laundry.

He did a good job and didn't ruin my clothes.

He even cleaned the lint filter.

But I don't think that I'll hire him again because he stole my gerbil Mr. Zeek.

I asked him why he didn't just buy his own gerbil and he spit on me.

After he rode my lawnmower for a while we played dominoes.

He had fun, but I didn't.

He invited himself to dinner.

During dinner he said that he'd never won anything before.

I asked him "Didn't you win two Oscars?" and he said "No."

I said "Yes you did," and he said "I sold them."

I said "You sold them?" and he said "Ebay."

My mom really liked Forrest Gump.

He didn't want to do the dishes so we thumb-wrestled for it.

He drank YooHoo while I scrubbed.

To the victor go the spoils.

Later he told me that my Christmas lights were stolen.

But I told him that it was June.

He said "So it is."

I gave him a dollar to shut him up.

We agreed to disagree on the merits of Tae-Bo.

It was an entertaining argument.

Finally I said "You should go home," and he said "No."

I said "What?" and he said "Make me."

I got my mom.

On the way out he took some fruit.

I bought an Oscar for $9.95