Poems from Ann O'Nemmus

Ode to my Sled
*To be sung to the classic tune of "Jingle Bells"*   Dashing down the hill I have no way to steer. My sled is shiny red, The trees are...
The Image is Me
Who am I really? I’d say I’ve (queerly) Several contradictions in me. Now, how can this be? I’ll tell you clearly; Without a filter,...