The porch looks great
She has had a complete face lift
The old rickety rack stuff is gone
New space opens up to a larger landscape
I am enjoying my yard for the first time
No railings, which always prevented my view.
A costly job, but well worth it.
Smile is best gift
That we can give to the world
It's the best facelift.
***
Write me, tinker;
I’m falling apart.
Right me, thinker;
patch up this heart.
Stitch each seam
with thread eternal;
mend ragged edges,
remnants infernal.
Take what’s worthy,
make it shine.
Fairly, justly,
restore what's mine.
***
Ask questions kind as humour frames:
Feel fickle face to sum odd fate,
Use lavish finds to host good name;
Note in this place a broken gate,
Now is good time to change your luck;
Yield the wise stroke that jokes now poke.
Feed form that mimes how silly plucks,
Art feels so broke in cause that yokes;
Cheer dwindles here with forlorn thoughts,
Empty old joint where worry lurks;
Last looks endear a hazy lot,
Impeach lost points in dying jerk;
Flame and frame dress that witty pun,
Troubles look lame in the long run.
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
There was an old woman from Brighton
Whose face the small children would frighten
“Egad, why these wrinkles?
My eyes lost their twinkles!”
Her skin she used clothespins to tighten
*April 11, 2018
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