Not Gonna Write Poems: A Poetry Book for All the Non-Poets

By Michael Lee, Michael A. Lee and Jessica Lee

Not Gonna Write Poems: A Poetry Book for All the Non Poets is a collection of whimsical and delightful poems that are meant to be read with your entire family. The book’s poems deal with a wide variety of subjects from homework to snoring to “Whatever Happened to Superman?”

Sketches by the author and his dau

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Agora Cosmopolitan
• Release date: Sep 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781927538456

Michael Lee

Michael Lee began writing poetry while he was in high school in Brooklyn, NY. Dr. Lee's new book, Not Gonna Write Poems, is his first endeavour as a poetry book author. His book is a collection of funny, unique poems and sketches meant to be shared and enjoyed by both adults and children of all ages. Inspired by his family's love of poetry, specifically the poetry of Shel Silverstein, Dr. Lee wrote his book in hopes of entertaining his family- and hopefully his readers as well. When not writing poetry, Dr. Lee works as a full time physician at an urgent care centre in Long Island, New York. In his free time, he loves to travel, work out, and spend time with his wife, Silvia, and his 10 year old daughter, Jessica.

Book preview

Ticks and Rice

I’ll tell you my story if you’ve got a minute or two.

It starts off just right, as most stories do.

I met my future bride as we waited on line.

We knew it was love when we drank the same wine.

We grew closer day by day, did almost everything as one.

She finished my sentences with a skill second to none.

We laughed and had fun each and every day,

So I thought to myself, let’s get married in May.

After three years of heavenly bliss,

We made it official, sealed our bond with a kiss.

We said our I dos on the first day in May.

It was quite a show, all happy and gay.

We then bought our dream home at last.

We bought some new things, kept some things from the past.

We unpacked our belongings from morning to night.

It was hard work, but it was all right.

So at the end of our first day in our love shack,

My wife said, "Take a load off your feet, just go relax.

I’ve got your dinner and dessert covered with ease."

And she went to work with her apron put on

As I was left to do as I please.

After forty-five minutes,

My lovely bride called out to me.

She said, "Close your eyes, just take my hand.

I’ve got a surprise for you that’s really grand."

So I licked my lips and followed her lead,

My stomach growling, waiting to be pleased,

My mouth salivating and ready to chew,

My nose trying to sniff for a clue.

She finally took her hands away from my eyes,

And I have to say what I saw

Made my blood cold as ice.

‘Cause I was expecting a feast as a prize,

But instead what I got

Was a heaping, hot bowl filled with ticks and rice.

Ode to My Snore

There’s a sound so loud

Coming out from my mouth, for which I’m not proud.

It only happens when I’m deep in slumber.

Why this foul noise emanates from me, I can only wonder.

Blowing like a trumpet,

It would disturb your tea with crumpets.

It returns every night

And puts my wife’s rest in plight.

Tossing and turning,

She lets me know when her ire’s a-burning.

With a nudge or two in my side instead of a kiss,

She reminds me again how I disturb her tranquility and bliss.

So I roll in bed to try to quell the sound,

But to my regret, my snore can still be found,

Shaking the windows and making things creak.

My snore’s still sixty decibels too loud

To allow a proper night of sleep.

Chicken Lo Mein

Chicken lo mein,

Chicken lo mein,

I wrote this poem all about you,

To tell the whole world that you’re second to none.

For you, I’d give up my hot dogs, my pizza,

my hamburgers with the buns.

Chicken lo mein,

Chicken lo mein.

I can eat it in the morning.

I can eat it in the afternoon too.

There’s no better dish; it’s truly delish,

And that’s the honest truth.

Chicken lo mein,

Chicken lo mein.

It’s truly a gift from above,

Made with soy sauce and