Author Archives: Mystertim

About Mystertim

Mystertim is the just a guy who has spent more than half of his life in the laboratory. Although he is not a medical doctor, he has played one behind the woodshed.

Jul22

Feisty Lion

Posted on July 22, 2016 by Mystertim

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Sleeping late is my hobby,

And nothing makes Sammy madder.

So at six thirty in the morning,

She jumps upon my bladder…

07/22/2016

Jul15

Required Pop Culture

Posted on July 15, 2016 by Mystertim

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My fierce lion’s name is Sammy,

All the ping pong balls are gone,

Although she is successful, she

Hasn’t caught a Pokemon…

07/15/2016

Jul15

With Sprinkles!

Posted on July 15, 2016 by Mystertim

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I cursed out my alarm clock,

It was such a pleasant dream.

All alone in bed, I was

With chocolate chip ice cream.

07/15/2016

Jul12

Not My Fault

Posted on July 12, 2016 by Mystertim

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I have a cat named Sammy,

You’ve probably heard that news.

She inspires most of my poems,

I guess that makes her my mews.

7/12/2016

Jul8

Cat Owners Understand

Posted on July 8, 2016 by Mystertim

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Licky, licky, bite, bite.

Licky, licky, bite.

Licky, licky, licky, licky,

Bite, bite, bite!

07/08/2016

Jul1

Egyptian Influence, Probably

Posted on July 1, 2016 by Mystertim

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An ancient Island Secret,

Uncovered without a doubt.

Are you aware the tiki,

is kiti spelled inside out?

07/01/2016

Jun24

I Need a Vacation

Posted on June 24, 2016 by Mystertim

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Trying to write a poem,

But cannot think of a rhyme.

Please double-check my logic here,

Does the coconut go into the lime?

06/24/2016

Jun17

Rhymed into a Corner

Posted on June 17, 2016 by Mystertim

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I wish I was a pumpkin,

So big and round and orange.

On Halloween become a jack-o-lantern,

And scare the people… d*mn.

06/17/2016

Jun10

With Feline Grace

Posted on June 10, 2016 by Mystertim

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We’ve been dancing all night long,

Over the mountains, through the dirt.

Sammy is still fresh and strong,

Although my feet are starting to hurt.

06/10/2016

Jun3

You Don’t Call Me…

Posted on June 3, 2016 by Mystertim

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About Mystertim

Sleeping late is my hobby,

And nothing makes Sammy madder.

So at six thirty in the morning,

She jumps upon my bladder…

07/22/2016

My fierce lion’s name is Sammy,

All the ping pong balls are gone,

Although she is successful, she

Hasn’t caught a Pokemon…

07/15/2016

I cursed out my alarm clock,

It was such a pleasant dream.

All alone in bed, I was

With chocolate chip ice cream.

07/15/2016

I have a cat named Sammy,

You’ve probably heard that news.

She inspires most of my poems,

I guess that makes her my mews.

7/12/2016

Licky, licky, bite, bite.

Licky, licky, bite.

Licky, licky, licky, licky,

Bite, bite, bite!

An ancient Island Secret,

Uncovered without a doubt.

Are you aware the tiki,

is kiti spelled inside out?

07/01/2016

Trying to write a poem,

But cannot think of a rhyme.

Please double-check my logic here,

Does the coconut go into the lime?

06/24/2016

I wish I was a pumpkin,

So big and round and orange.

On Halloween become a jack-o-lantern,

And scare the people… d*mn.

06/17/2016

We’ve been dancing all night long,

Over the mountains, through the dirt.

Sammy is still fresh and strong,

Although my feet are starting to hurt.

06/10/2016

Some days are a never-ending blur,

Others you cannot wait to go.

Today, I’m kicking back and

Listening to David Allan Coe.

06/03/2016