Tuxedo cat, come ride me said the flamingo rocker
He ran over and jumped on and soon had a gawker
Can I have the next ride? Asked a mouse at his feet.
Tuxedo cat said “certainly,” for he looked good to eat.
Yes, I Would Like A Little Cheese
with My Whine
Miracle Man
5/8/2023
Long before dawns arrival I’m up and ready,
but due to recent neck surgery I’m on a walker.
Myelopathy has made my movement unsteady,
so while my wife shops, I’m becoming a Gawker.
Every day is a carbon copy of the day before,
no longer on fine cuisine do I aspire to dine.
Even enjoyable things are becoming a chore,
just give me some cheese to go with my whine.
The past few years I’ve eaten what life has served,
and this tough old bird has managed to survive.
But probably all was better than what I deserved,
God’s hand upon me is all that’s kept me alive.
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker
Waiting for the angelic shout to call her home
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
When we learned she was gone it was a shocker
I recall her braiding her hair with a fine-tooth comb
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker.
In her later years, Grandma wasn’t much of a talker
When she spoke, her words dripped like a honeycomb
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
When she occasionally moved about with her walker
She glided through the room like a little old gnome
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker.
She would peer out a window but wasn’t a gawker
When visitors left, she would smile and say “Shalom,”
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
As she grew older, she shrunk up, becoming smaller,
Looking back, I now remember her in monochrome
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker,
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
Written November 4, 2022
Casual intersecting
of a chance pedestrian meeting
Barely a glance given,
to see ... if the green light
meant STOP —
Danger lies ahead
One step beyond,
in the yellow tape zone
Curb that infatuated enthusiasm,
don’t yield
to the scented temptation
Pheromone signals are blinking red,
a restless body
is walking into the wrong
Barely a gawker sigh was given,
when the accident occurred
A pulsing vehicle took out the legs ...
another crash dummy on life support,
because they lost their head
Tear bleeding critical,
on a not-so-innocent bystander beg
excited and in a daze, just in case
I have to make sure I don't misplace
my aspirin for tonight
I'll be with my knight
in shining armor in his embrace
suspend an aspirin between the knees and use that as contraception!" It was a "joke" in the 1960s.
gawker.com/.../in-my-day-gals-put-aspirin-between-their-knees
Each finger bears a story
Each ring a tale to tell
Rosie’s many lovers
Who won her heart and failed
Each man has left a token
Behind to give remind
One soul can love somebody
How many?
No one decides
Rosie wears her rings each day
For all the world to see
Spectators often marvel
Amazed at what they see
But little does each gawker know
The stories each ring can tell
But life for loving Rosie
Is a life that’s been through hell
Her body racked with pain
From battles often fought
Most men would beat her senseless
Claiming love is what they taught
In sorrow they would buy a ring
And place it on her finger
Her clothes would hide the scars
That so often seems to linger
God bless the soul and Rosie’s rings
A hell of a price to pay
Each day she flaunts them proudly
She’s proud of what they say
But came the day too soon too fast
When one will end her pain
No ring to fit her finger
For now she’s in her grave
Amazing what a band of gold
Can do to win one over
Rosie paid the ultimate price
No ring to fit her finger
A lesson can be learned my friend
Money buys no love
Just remember the life of Rose
And the rings around her fingers
Purely passionate pupils of purple,
Feeling free to fumble forward for fine
Lovely long lustfully licked luscious lines,
Satisfying some sweet supple circles.
Fondling phenomenally fertile,
Marvelously matched, mounted mounds made mine,
Since seductive stances send sexy signs,
Holding her honorable hind hurtle.
Fearless focus for fantastic factions,
While wisely watching one woman's walkers.
Another angle at awkward actions,
Gives this generously grateful gawker
The time to tease titillating traction,
Showing signs of a serious stalker.
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