Author Archives: Bob

Crentist

He’s a hit at high school parties.

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.

Collapsing like a house of cards.

Submit a ticket.

They’ve worked together so long with nary a fissure.

The war was cold, his voice was warm.

Or how cool we’d look in different pants?

Well, this saved me effort.

But I write under my real one.