Top of the world, Ma —
See those little fingers down there?
Those tiny rivers runnin’ thru the valley —
You fall, you won’t be repaired
Gimme pickaxe, gimme rope-ladder
Gimme both McKinley and Everest
I think best at highest altitudes
I’m hottest at my grooviest
Sheer fall —
You’re goin down
You’re goin down all the way
(2x)
You know the Donner Party was up in these parts
And they ate each other up
Much like those handsome boys from Brazil
Who were tryin’ to win the World Cup
When you finally scale that mountain,
Of course there ain’t nobody to witness
And then your ego sends the avalanche down
And you’re a sacrifice to physical fitness
Sheer fall —
You’re goin down
You’re goin down all the way
(2x)
Dearest Santa, lovely to see.
You wear a white, satiny suit.
How lovely you are!
With golden gloves and golden
boots.
Your face full of merriment.
Quite the sporty guy you are,.
Driving an Oakland A's sports car!
You are huggable, too.
Soft and oh, entirely lovable.
Trying to be the grooviest dude
in this wonderful town.
You even pop, holly and ivy,
onto your Santa Clause crown.
I whispered softly in your ear
what I wanted, exactly.
And..I know you deliver!
With Santa Claus cheer.
On time, and so matter of factly.
Milk and fresh baked cookies
sit on plaid dishes.
Enjoy, as you are fulfilling
Christmas wishes.
12/3/2020
Today is her birthday ring all the bells
Today is her birthday for one who excels
Today be prepared ~ be warned ~ be aware
The grooviest grandma
With flowing red hair
Will be hitting the town
In her gold lamé gown
On the tiniest of feet
Oh so comfy ~ so sweet
Shimmering ~ Silver ‘Birks’
‘Cos to wear any others
Quite frankly really hurts…
A scarlet feather boa
Think you already know her?
Chandelier earrings almost touching the floor
She is Sassy ~ Saucy ~ Sexy too
Hey ~ have you almost guessed who?
With her beloved pussy Irene ^~^
Who really thinks she is the Queen
Robed head to tail in emerald green
A classier pair you've never seen
As a friend she makes me smile
for this I love her all the while
I love her total eccentricity
her passion and her honesty
Happy Birthday salutations on this day of celebrations
Sending love and hugs across the world from Ann your biggest fan
To my dearest Panagiota my poem is my gift to you
Enjoy your day ~ in your unique way ~ as only you can do…
Written 13th March 2020
There in the corner he was standing…
A handsome man with golden skin…
I gave him a come over look,
he just stood there…
Tried again, then he came over…
Come; take a spin, in my balloon I said…
I am a girl wanting to meet you,
for you look so tasty like cotton candy…
A sterling silver portrait,
of great stature, which you are…
You are the grooviest man,
I have ever seen in the world…
I know what I am talking about,
for I have impeccable taste…
Of course, if you need a few words,
to describe you, I would say;
faultless, flawless, perfect, unimpeachable,
immaculate, spotless, pure, clean and
untarnished…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2009
I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!
It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!
I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!
" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey,
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "
In the evenings
was the rooftop,
swisher sweets and sometimes
something in particular.
say we were young
say we both knew better
play the saint, its O.K.
say that you felt it too
Was it not
the grooviest thing;
our outrageously shameless,
fist-shaking dream for two?
say we were dumb
say our heads were on backwards
kick it likewise to the curb
say you never let it go
Yes, we gazed with eyeless faces
off into the new blue,
embers ageless in an unborn sea;
exhaustedly raging against the hour.
say you went numb
say it with conviction
to an expatriate heart, surrender
say everything, say nothing
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