Sad unfair crazy bad luck
Her clothes never matched
polka dots met stripes
in colorful disharmony
Her shoes never tied
quietly clicking on the floor
tripping and slipping
Those curls in her hair sprung in every direction
kinky and unkempt
flopping wildly as she trudged down the hall
that runny nose
no kleenex I suppose
Some behind her back
Some to her face
they pointed and jeered
never slowing the pace
She had no one to call a friend
talking to herself
laughing at private jokes
to this unhealthy drama there seemed no end
until that day she came no more
We all sat in silence watching the door
her very existence becoming only lore
Later we heard she was hit by a truck
Talk about your sad unfair crazy bad luck
Tom Motes said "good riddance"
I yelled back
"shut up - you dumb f--k!
The Birthday Hat
I received a birthday package in the mail
it was from Aunt Gertrude - probably on sale
the dog started barking - pawing the rug
I looked at you - your response - a shrug!
I shook it - no rattle or ticking - let's open it - No
sweat!
it wasn't heavy or leaking or wet.
What's this? - - Why -- it looks like a hat
with feathers and a pendant - Imagine that!
I tried it on - Stop laughing right now!
or I'll punch you soundly and we'll have a good row!
Just for that I'm going to wear it outside
take a stroll up the hill - display the gift with pride.
The wind it was strong, blew the hat off my head
in a puddle of mud it landed - - O dread!
Alas, it is ruined and poor Auntie made it herself
now it sits in our cabinet way back on a shelf.
Ain’t it the thought that counts, O cynical one?
Camping
The sun was just slipping down behind the hills
the last wisps of pink clouds fading
I sat on my rock watching nature's final performance
Daylight disappearing
Alone and in the dark the stars shone high above
The air was starting to chill - I started to shiver.
Snuggling into my sleeping bag
laying my head back onto my soft pillow
I spotted the Big Dipper and traced it with my finger
Silence ...... Peace ...... Warmth ....... Sleep
The Chum Song
Do you ever feel down?
Do you ever feel blue
like somebody somewhere
just pissed on you?
Don't bow your head
or fall to your knees
Ya just gotta know
you can call on me!
Chorus
I'm your chum
and I'll stick to you like gum
chew chew chew the fat
ya know you can tell me that
What are friends for?
When the bloom is off the rose
and you want to suck the hose
your sister's in the bathroom
and you gotta blow your nose
Just point your chin high
straighten out your back
I'll make it so damn easy
to keep your life on the track
Chorus
I'm your chum
and I'll stick to you like gum
chew chew chew the fat
ya know you can tell me that
What are friends for?
A chum is just a pal
not a mum or dad or cat
who knows you and still loves you
when you strike out twice at bat
when you wear a funny hat
or get grumpier and fat ....
who else could take all that?
Chorus
Just your chum
and I'll stick to you like gum
chew chew chew greasy old fat
ya know you can tell me that
That's what friends are for.
Yeah, that's what friends are for.
The Pub
a particular journey down a peggety* road
led me to the Black Bull one day
Doreen, your sister, ushered me in and sold me a pint.
As I drank, you entered the room
in your big white sweater and little blue cap.
All eyes were on you - Sean the Great -
the legendary lover of lasses and local troubadour.
"Slide me a Guinness, mind you, laddie
me singin' throat needs some waterin'"
"A song..... a song".... they pleaded -
"one to make us cry .....
a melancholy tune of long lost love found once again."
"Ah, laddies.... here is a new 'un I heard a fortnight
ago."
Put his hand on his heart and started to sing
the sound was sweet - a tenor voice - oh so simple and sad.
How you had the pub a-cryin' and beggin' for more.
Your blue-eyed gaze fell upon me as you sang your mickle
melody
and stopped me bleedin' heart.
* this is not a real word - I made it up - just liked the
sound
A Spring Day
Lying alone on my back at the river's edge
a sunny day in early Spring
on a gray whale of a rock
listening to the musical cadence of the rushing tumbling
rapids
absorbing the intense heat of the midday sun
my pores drunk with warmth
Thoughts were only of such sensations
the tingles of nature's touch
caresses from the hand of God
cares vanished – entrance unfettered bliss
A small girl appears as if out of nowhere and sits beside me
we speak not a word - simply smile at each other
experiencing this moment together
Life's simple pleasures were our delight
today - on this lovely afternoon and forever……..
A Sultry Dream
Last night I had a sultry dream
of a tropical isle - all lush and green
palm trees, pineapple, coconut drinks
bikini tan babes, muscle brained hunks
This talented group wanted to hang out with me
ya know, swimming, snorkeling, sailing asea
I looked in a mirror and to my surprise
I had long blond hair and big dreamy blue eyes
Batting my lashes like Marilyn Monroe
a kiss to myself I coyly did blow.
The next thing I knew I was up on a stage
singing and dancing with Nicolas Cage
Just as ol' Nick was about to swing me
I was whisked away by Patrick McNee
Guess the 'Avengers' needed my aid
Emma Peel and the mystery of the stolen jade.
Apparently I solved the case
'cause next I was running in a cross-country race
with the Stooges - Curley, Larry and Moe
Man they could sprint - look at them go!
At the finish line an angel flew me into the sky
Ack! she suddenly dropped me and waved bye bye
Just then I woke up with a jolt and a start
Next time I'll know better than to eat that stale tart!
Supergirl
My powers are gone
my wings have been clipped.
No more flying for me
those inspirational tirades - history
come humility - gone vanity.
The phone booth is vacant
the hot line rings dead
I'm just another working gal
trying to stay ahead.
Just one of the crowd
nothing so damn special.
Don't SOS me for help
not ready, willing, nor able
my cards - they're on the table
!No habla Espanol aqui!
My feeble services – a discount or free
All washed up
supergirl no more
what a GD bore .........
never thought life might become such a chore.
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