these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: culture, defiance, gender, Lucille Clifton, size, weight
When not enough folks were getting sick
A starving young physician tried to better his position
By discovering what made his patients tick.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Freud, Harry Belafonte, health and medicine, humorous poems, song lyrics
My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: childhood, humorous poems, Judith Viorst