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Limerick, by Ron Zutz

There was a young man from Lake Tahoe

Whose puns were so bad we cried, “Oh, no!”

Said he with a grin,

“My puns are no sin.

My wit makes no sense ’cause I’m Homo sapien.”

© 13 June 2017

About the Author

Ron Zutz was born in New Jersey, lived in New England, and retired to Denver. The best parts of his biography have yet to be written.

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Poetry of the New Jersey Turnpike by Ron Zutz

I hope that I shall never see
A restroom stop named for me.
A stop whose hungry drains are pressed
Hoping for my bladder’s best.
A pit that stares at crotch all day,
Awaits my trembling hose to spray;
Urinals that in summer’s rush
See some sights that would make me blush;
Over whose mouth men have rained;
Bladders no longer filled with pain.
Piss is made by fools like me,
But pissoirs named after Joyce Kilmer — only
in New Jersey.

© 30 June
2014 

About the Author 
Ron Zutz was born in
New Jersey, lived in New England, and retired to Denver. The best parts of his
biography have yet to be written.
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For a Good Time by Ron Zutz


For a good time, walk out the door. Feel the fear,
and stand up anyway. Inhale slowly, deeply. Take the first step. Despite
trembling arms, grab the door handle and twist. Walk out despite a tightening
chest.
For a good time, move toward the light. Step over
the bumps and around the cracks. Keep walking when balance wobbles. Move around
puddles. Move toward life.
For a good time, see the sun twinkling through
green leaves. Ignore palpitations. Feel breezes. Hear people laughing, and
ignore premonitions of doom.
For a good time, show up.

© 12 August 2013






About the Author



Ron Zutz was born in
New Jersey, lived in New England, and retired to Denver. The best parts of his
biography have yet to be written.