Your regular dose of versified humor
by our Poet in Deference:

Bob Wombacher Jr.

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Bob Wombacher, Jr., originally from Proctor, Minnesota, has lived in Page, Arizona for over a quarter of a century. A divorced father of three grown sons, Bob owns a business (Bashful Bob's Motel) in Page, near Lake Powell. He is a prolific writer of humorous poetry, and much of his work can be seen on his poetry website.

He admits to fudging a bit when it comes to finding ideas for his rhymes: "I've been collecting jokes ever since I was a teenager," says Bob. "My library of funny, little stories provides me with endless situations that lend themselves to becoming the raw material of which poems can be constructed." Bob thinks that rhyme and meter are important components of poetry, especially that composed in a humorous vein.

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When You Hear The Beep...

Gee, thanks for calling.
We're not here.
Fact is, we plan to disappear.
We're changing lifestyles;
That's not all.
Fate sometimes rearranges.
So, if we don't return your call,
Then you're among our changes.

 


 

What Price Love?

I've thought it over,
Through and through.
The only one for me is you.
I love you dearly,
And have found
I miss not being you around.
I'm coming home, no more to stray;
We'll work things out, babe,
Day by day.
I've really missed you,
And I swear
To show each day
How much I care.
There's one more thing I'd like to say,
As homeward bound I wend my way:
Congratulations, dear, from me;
I'm glad you've won the lottery.