This is sampling of poetry penned by the great Eric Schramm and Jim Collar in their spare time. All works are copyrighted and may be used elsewhere if appropriate credit is given. Also, please let us know if you find our work pleasing and worth your time. This page is subject to change from time to time since it is foolish for us to post all of our gallery of over 300 poems. When possible the date is given for when the poem was written. Also the index number is listed. A warning to some: These are not all polically correct and Eric and Jim will not take responsibility for your predictible discomfort. Enjoy!

Recent Updates: Poem Index
12/5/01 - Added 3 new poems, 2 from Vol 6, No 6
11/23/01 - Added 6 new poems, 3 from Vol 6, No 5 Poetry Page 1
11/17/01 - Added 3 new poems from Vol 6, No 4 Poetry Page 2
11/10/01 - Added 6 new poems, 3 from Vol 6, No 3, 3 from Vol 6, No 2 Poetry Page 3

Alan's Diner (#0308) 11/7/01

The meals they deal are quite a steal 
Down at Alan's diner
From grits and eggs to chicken legs
They really can't be finer
They serve it up and ship it out 
Through waitress Rita Steiner
You always bust your gut 
When you eat at Alan's diner

Public Pee (#0305) 11/7/01

In my dream a golden stream 
Flows from flesh to pot
With men around I can't make a sound 
I give it all I got
I can't pee or poop with others
Even though I give my all
I guess in public places
That's why its called a stall

Spider (#0095) 9/19/95

Oh, Spider, Dear Spider, 
Please lend me some legs
For I am an amputee
With eight to your name,
But gangrene is to blame
For why mine are cut off at the knee

Culinary (#0327) 12/5/01

A guy at work, a royal jerk
Invited me over for dinner
But you know me, the food was free
I'd entertain this "winner"
He lived alone and had no phone
A loner, probably inbred
His culinary delight soon was my fright
When the dish was our boss's head

Bidet (#0307) 11/7/01

A bidet, they say 
Is the cleanest way
Americans ask, what is it?
Oh bidet, your spray
It wipes away
The remnants of my visit

Public Pee (#0136) 2/13/96

Your hiney needs a-wipin'
The bathroom starts to smell
You've mopped the urine off the floor
Only after someone fell
Fungus on the toilet seats 
And moldy bathroom sinks
Boogers smeared across the mirror 
My God!  Your bathroom stinks!

Cooking Contest (#0326) 12/4/01

The breads were all placed in two rows
A cook was not wearing clothes
The judge tasted pickle
The cook said quite fickle,
“That’s because we were using dill doughs”

Inguinal Pain (#0207) 2/4/97

One day I had an idea
I'd jump the electric fence
I ran and ran, I practiced hard
Even without my pants
The day came for me yet to jump
The electric barbs and chains
I jumped and was impaled
And now inguinal pain remains

Rufus (#0306) 11/7/01

Rip roarin Rufus ran across the ragtag road 
Down the street a dumptruck driver 
Shoveled up his load
Rolling down the street 
The dumptruck driver rumbled 
A skull was crushed, a body flattened 
After rufus stumbled
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