Weed whacker, weed whacker Whack me the weed that sowed me its seed. Breaking my back is its plan of attack. With asthma I hack when I’m trying to yack. It’s sharp as a tack in my full gunny sack. I will not concede or plead. Recede! I will be freed, will succeed, guaranteed!
Crazy, crazy, give me your answer do I’m half daisy much like a kangaroo I have me a lazy phrasey much better than a carriage turn up the heat and keep the beat while playing the didgeridoo.
The Rubik’s Cube is so much fun, In a minute I am done. Now Pard is Nashing. He refuses to have his picture taken but this is his bona fide cube.Narf!
That was some lousy sleep Asleep? No! A sleep No sleep This one’s for my sister Laura D. who twins with me even in this realm.
I was thinking I was dinking I was linking Slowly slinking Barely blinking Simply sinking
This one’s for aunt Carol Harvey who introduced me to Ogden Nash. Pretty abecederian I must admit , but I’ve been ‘nashing’ all day. I realize I minimize I recognize that I denies. I generalize and theorize I hope it flies, materialize. Glamorize idealize lose ends I ties and finalize.
My thoughts of you are redolent Of a battered desert succulent. On your spiny, scarred exterior Lovers, long broken up, etched their undying love. What did that have to do with you? How faithfully you stay in place When burning heat seeks to displace Eliminate you, leave no trace To tell you that your faith’sContinue reading “Succulent”
I had a great visit with a retired doctor last week who shared that, as a writer, she aims to write a poem a day. I dedicate this one to Dr. Nordgren. A poem a day is an order Prescribed by a Doctor of Parlance, To calm all my mental disorder By righting my innerContinue reading “A Poem a Day”
Peer through the trees into Chapter 3 of the first Old Testament book, Genesis. Observe Adam and Eve frolicing in the Garden of Eden. The lush garden’s glory would make you gasp with its Elysium sights, scents, and sounds. Its delectable fruit drips care-free pleasure. Even God delights in His daily time in this newContinue reading “The Garden and the Wildnerness”
Mr. Europe’s bastard has shown up at the dinner table, bags in hand. What discomfiture, what indigestion she causes. she pays no mind to the refined company present. her striking resemblance to him further unsettling. He found Her wild yet trusting; luscious and unsophisticated. Magnificent and imposing, he strutted in and denuded Her. He perforatedContinue reading “Damn, The Bastard Child!”