Saturday

April Much Showered, So May The Force Be Mosquito Powered, Stings I Bee Cowered, Many Poet Now Glowered

When I write my RhymeCrime! bunk, I am not drunk but I have little thunk. I'm just a poet in the mind of a punk, who seems to have angered a skunk. So that's the smell that stunk, and causes many to blow chunk.

--- I know my headlines are long, but as with my poetry (some may disagree with this designation but again…), I do this to frustrate the poem thumping purists, who I reward with red corrective ink stained aneurysms on a frequent basis. 

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*RTC, he's just a big lunk!*

(*I got this line from a review; it was a fan or critic… It's so hard to tell from my lines of work.*)

I will be posting all (approximately) 60 RhymeCrime! from April 2014, over the next few weeks or so. There will also be various asides/tweets in the form of Know More Wine! and Know More Beer, even some Know More Gardening! (And possibly other accessories before or after the hack).

So I begin with the beginning, and more recent after, or before, that as may be the case against me.

Oh yes, and the puns may be quite grim as well as some being written pell mell…

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I was gone on this day. That's why the gap, my missing morning RhymeCrime version.






































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I reached 1900 followers on this day/April 5th

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Before and After of Snowmageddon at the home place, with accompanying-related tweets



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Why is this photo here? It's just freaking beautiful!

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Tuesday

RhymeCrime Troops March, Uniforms Stiff Of Starch, This Poet's Lips Parched, English Majors' Bows Arched

I've assembled another month of RhymeCrime! Meet Ms. March. Please be gentle (Unless they suck, then she is responsible, and not me! Of course, when am I ever responsible? Except when drinking… alone.)

Produced, reduced, seduced, and induced by RTC, that's me!