Timmy developed bad hay-fever
He saw the doctor for some tabs
No medication seem to work for him
He tried everything the pharmacy had
Another problem soon arose
For all and sundry to see
Each time Timmy sneezed
He would get a woody
His hay-fever now out of control
Sneezing constantly
His woody was up and down
Getting weary as can be
His woody stood to attention
In the most embarrassing places
The town folk were disgusted
Disapproval on their faces
The doctor rang Timmy to say,
Please come and see me
We have an amazing new medication
From your hay-ever you will be freed
A miraculous new antihistamine Timmy was prescribed
The outcome he could not believe
‘Miracles do happen’ Jimmy thought
No more hay-fever, no longer did he sneeze
The other issue was also resolved
Such a relief for dear Timmy
But now his willy was sound asleep
In a coma permanently!!
given a double whammy
they wanted to double down
on double talk
in the
torrid gust
the summer solstice
its sundry insectile eyes
seething with sultry scorn
in this weather channeled
source of telegenic storms
seasonal shifts are
lost in translation
poisoned neural flowers
the root of
rotting neurosis
the Earth becomes
Venusian
profoundly tragic
hypersonic horses
fly out of the digital barn
they sail over the
northern hemisphere
firing blinding arrows
into the dead brains
The Tropic of Cancer
and Capricorn
relax in the tropics
the Sun lords it
over the equator
precession calmly proceeds
(23.44° is the Magic Number)
all is well
in the best of all
possible
flatlands
Her inner knowing
kept her apart from the others
not that she was better
but she was hyper vigilant
more aware of their dangers
she sensed their meanness
being an empath
boded well
being a healer and an empath
was a double whammy
she felt more strongly than many others
She had to protect herself a bit
She was a life-long learner, inquisitive
enthusiastic about mysticism and spiritualism.
most of her relatives did not understand,
her mother thought she was odd.
her sister told her that she was crazy.
Daddy understood.
They often passed each other in their dreams
during astral travel.
I am sure I missed someone, lol
Sunshine Smile
Smiling
Unique
Norwegian with
Such
Harmony
In a
New
Exquisite
Symphony of
Magic
In poetry with
Love in her
Everlasting poems
Tom
The
One and only
Master Poet
This is a double Whammy Two Sandra’s
1.
Sandra Weiss
Sandra’s
Artistic
No how
Directs her
Real
Abilities
With
Expressions
In words
So
Sweet
2.
Sandra Adams
Sandra’s
Alluring and
Nice
Demeanor
Reflects
All in her
Art of poetry
Distinctive
And
Meaningful and
Sweet
Maureen
Magnificent
Abilities yet
Unique
Rare
Entertaining
Exquisite poems
Never boring
Kim
Kind
Is her
Middle name
Chris
Creative and an
Honor to
Read he
Is very
Smart
Nette
None
Equal
The
Talent such
Elegance
Pixie Dust
Poetry
In twined
Xylograph- I think it means engraving lol
In
Every
Dialog
Unique
Sounds and
Themes
Like a persistent pest
it is an uninvited guest
it ousts me from cozy nest
only to snap my sweet rest
My Monday morning alarm
takes a slap on him with no harm
the day stares at my tantrum
after the alarm states its dictum
I pull myself out in gall
worst day with his wet pal
brings cold and chill rainfall
ever the two time it ill in call.
This double whammy that stirs
Rain and Monday take my slurs.
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Pierce Brosnon is divine
Of male species so sublime
Sky blue eyes and peppered hair
Just make me want to bare
He and Russell Crow
Just make me go go go
Gladiator despite the gore
Just makes me want him more!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
As I sit here stretching to touch my toes
I’m amazed to see how my body grows
As years pass by my height reduces
No longer producing needed juices!
My body has clumped and can no longer bend
I used to possess a great, firm, rear-end
I kneed and console and sweat the pounds
Be gone from me! Let slimness be found!
I’ll walk and jog - I’ll run a while
But can I make it an extra half-mile?
I need to change life-long habits
But, must I eat like the local rabbit?
Grease makes food taste good, sugar is great
Frying is tasteful as up goes my weight
My pounds go up as my fanny drags down
Will I ever trip? Can I rebound?
I watch years marching on, time does pass
As I worry about my stomach’s gas
I know I can make it – I’ll firm my bust
My desire for food I’ll dismiss as lust
I’ll continue to stretch, pull and wonder
If I’ll ever look like firm, Jane Fonda
If I get discouraged and say, “I’m too pooped,”
I’ll remember the body of Dr. Ruth
I long for courage waiting for a meal
I hear Burger Big-One has a great deal
A double-whammy on an extra large bun
I’ll diet tomorrow – Today I’ll have fun!
Where were you when Farrah and Michael died?
I remembered fighting through traffic and being startled
by the news on the radio,
At first, they reported that Michael was only unconscious
and that Farrah had taken a turn for the worse,
I looked out my car window and contemplated the heat rising from the
asphalt on a sweltering Summer day,
Somehow, the heat seemed insignificant as I wondered if the radio stations
were spreading propaganda,
In the midst of going to and fro,
A double whammy happened unexpectedly,
They both died...........,
A childhood era had ended and life would never be the same
without the Breck girl flashing her mane,
The King of Pop could never be replaced,
What would happen to music?
It was all too much to embrace,
Where were you when they both died?
Probably like most people, sitting somewhere
stunned, shocked, disillusioned and crying on the inside.
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