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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"Laddie"

"I'm sorry, kids, but Laddie's dead.
Chased a car and got run over.
We'll bury him behind the shed,
Just like we did with Rover."
"No problem, Mom," the children say.
"You'll soon find us another.
Right now we're going out to play
With Susie and her brother."
Back home they fly, in dark despair:
"We just found poor dead Laddie."
"But, kids, I thought you didn't care."
"Mom, we thought you said 'Daddy!'"