• IT IS ALL TRUE
    by UC Poika


    The sink is full of dirty dishes now,
    The counter tops are cluttered, that’s for sure,
    The frying pan has found a home there on the range,
    And there’s papers on the microwave I know,
    And coffee cups, a bowl and saucer sit somehow
    Atop the table I must also concur
    As a jar of peanut butter, some change,
    A roll of toilet paper tissues--white like a snow--
    But like Yu-Gi-Oh! cards really have no place to be
    Just like my checks, that lost holder, and a book
    Surrounding my laptop waiting there for me
    To copy this sonnet, or just to take a look
    At pictures online I would much rather view
    Than those I saw while rhyming here with you!