He's hard at work, she calls him jerk,
and asks him where he's been.
Of little care, she goes somewhere.
dancing drunk against her male friend.
She tells the gals, of all his fails,
they believe her, cause they're dim.
If they only knew, because it's true,
were he gone, she'd bad-mouth them.
Of rotten decor, no one has more
Ice cold, she believes herself hot.
No one's the heart, to tell the used tart,
oh my gosh, she simply is not.
He isn't all charm, he too has done harm
But at least he's set on the fix.
and putting this mild, I hate getting wild,
she's Hugh's rabbit out searching for trix.
Time and again, while they're on the mend
she pulls horrible stunts of aggression
She'll lose him for sure, her diamonds and fur
but hopefully life teaches her a lesson.
He's tired of fighting, and her words biting.
Divorce documents just one of her capers.
"woo me or else", he could be Michael Phelps
and set speed records signing -those- papers.
The Brown Bear
The brown bear doesn’t like his territory to share
If you happened to wander in you would err
If you shouted at him, he would not easily scare
But promptly dine on you without a care
(poem inspired by Glenn Hughes' Where There's a Will . . .)
Call me Miss Persistence.
On my menu is you.
I can go the distance
to make your dreams come true.
Your best hors d’oevre I’ll be.
Call me Miss Persistence.
Just have a taste of me.
There'll be no resistance.
I won’t need assistance
to make you my entrée.
Call me Miss Persistence.
Dessert is on the way.
Like rib eye with red wine,
blissful coexistence
will happen once we dine!
“Call me!” - Miss Persistence
Dear muse, my brain
Has gone so mushy,
Pray come take part,
Please do not refrain,
Want to write a poem
That’s gushy.
My paper white and blank,
My thoughts no spark,
My mind once was a thinking tank,
Now buried deep and dark.
Imagination crushed,
Letters prefer to hide and seek,
Words that flash by, dashed,
My muse the culprit, am I too meek?
My inclination to write gone,
I think I must curl up and die,
Can’t even write a song,
Must find a far far place to cry.
Word got out I was unhappy,
Another muse phones me,
Says she alone takes any credit,
No thank-you don’t you see,
Where would be my merit?
I heard a far faint voice,
I ‘ll never leave you, I’m no fake,
It was the only choice,
I’m part of you and you part of me,
I just needed a break.
So, let’s get to work,
I think you’ve done quite well,
Yesterday I overheard,
Someone say you’re swell.
Together we’re a team,
A thought just crossed my mind,
It’s sometimes good to let
Off steam,
First lets wine and dine,
And then a dreamy subject find.
A full glass of red wine,
each time I choose to dine.
It always makes me feel fine,
as if I need it to always shine.
In my body, it builds a shrine:
it's my own sacred lifeline.
I got it from a grapevine,
A bond I entwine,
as now mine:
online
in line,
It's divine.
I can never again decline.
It isn't for a drinking spree.
A glass a day brings joy to me.
Not as much alcohol as in spirit,
to get drunk on it, I definitely flee.
so as to get good health for free
and light my heart up with glee.
Like taking a cup of tea.
Longlife, just the key,
Doctors' plea.
As I see.
I agree.
Let it be.
On my knee.
With health, can't be carefree.
Bring the wine, come let’s dine and have our fill
Of life’s best, be my guest, the world forget;
Let’s have fun, work is done, I’ll foot the bill.
What, your wife? Have a life, man, make her vexed
Just this time; ‘tis no crime to let her fret
For a while, make her rile--even perplexed.
Stay with me, your mind free from care--don't frown;
Here’s a toast, make the most, the night’s young yet;
Fill your cup, raise it up, our sorrows drown.
October 23, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
The day began as normal - breakfast time.
I staggered to the café ready to dine.
And yet, what did I see?
Two giraffes drinking tea!
I knew it! Last night I drank too much wine.
(picture prompt, two giraffes drinking tea
through the window)
Dine and dash with your head in the window
Stretch your long neck and bend like a willow
No one's looking, take your time
Outdoor eating's not a crime
And the lone master is an old widow
People dine, I know I know
they also die
mostly old people
I know
there seems no fixed rule
to this dance with death
I do not like this one bit
or if dining, I don't like it one bite
I am alive yet I think I am dead
there is no reason for it all
smiles only bleed
now I dine alone
there is, no where to dash
I ordered my whole gourmet restaurant staff
to serve my pals Molly and Max Giraffe
I humbly have to admit
the vegan meal was a hit
The tall order sparked a jaffy good laugh
Of course, Dine and Dash don't say no
Takeaway meals too good to go
A perfect restaurant
even to an aged aunt
Not a profitable portfolio
Dine and dash we are on the go
look at all the food below
warm soup is for me
with crackers and brie
are we eating real fast or slow
Charlie and Marley maculate giraffe
Looking immaculate with a soft laugh
Dinner at Bread and Butter
Had their stomach a flutter
Through the window they ate shocking the staff
4/6/2024
dream about the undreamt
because the rest is done
beyond your concern
It was one of those spring days where everything was fine.
The ducks were laying, and the geese were flying in a v-line.
The sun was so beautiful, she outshone her own shine.
A faerie strutted by with a dandelion I thought was mine.
I am off to make some of the tastiest yellow and blue wine.
I asked if I could meet her in the next meadow to dine.
She climbed up the prettiest most decorative light blue vine.
No, she told me, because I am giving all my food to the swine.
But wait! I hollered after her. What about the whine?
The pigs get to decide, she told me. They will give me a sign.
I ran ahead and asked them to please say I was kind to swine.
They laughed and said “we don’t know you. Please don’t whine.”
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