Wanna taste your sweet hot toddy
While you baste my manicotti
Your accolades are well deserved
Now ring that bell cuz dinner's served
After a tired
labor of love day
got on the Trane
and after a few Miles
I reached Monk
later laying
back travelling
towards Sarah
and Nina
and after
getting Dizzy
headed West
boarded Bird
flying onto Art
leaving me
to ink
this poetic flow
I’m sharing with you
before my melatonin
MJQ disembark
to peacefully Cannonball
deeply into
poetic gigging…
No burial
When I died, my family didn’t dare bury me in a grave.
They knew, without a doubt, I'd only misbehave ~
that I'd party with the germs,
and have sleepovers with the worms,
and give the bacteria all that they crave.
So, just a lousy cremation
When I watched them cremate my body,
I thought their work was just a little bit shoddy.
I woulda preferred
if the fire had been hotter by a third,
and if my friends had been invited over
to toast me with a hot toddy.
Plus ou moins
I have a nasty cold
That doesn't want to go away
I am also all congested
There is a lot of flam
Coming out
From my mouth
I am trying to clear my through
Yes I already had my breakfast
Early in the morning
Raising bran, boiled eggs
And a banana
Now I am going to sleep
All day
At noon I got up
I made myself a hot toddy
Tea, lemon, and honey
And I went back to sleep
I was also sweating like crazy
Yes I am also very tired
The last of the lights turned out,
drinks and hors d’oeuvres put away,
restaurant returned to its every-day self,
only a few candles in glass lanterns
now left on the bare pine tables.
She sits at one of the tables, and,
wincing, kicks off her shoes, removes
her cocktail apron and name tag,
leans on her elbows, inhaling the
cinnamon steam from her hot toddy.
Exhausted, with her piled-up hair
slightly disheveled, she relaxes.
The bride and groom are off
on their honeymoon to Santorini,
guests and most staff home to sleep.
The neon glow from outside
bathes her in a pink and blue haze
making her look less like a waitress
and more like a girl expecting a date
or actress waiting for her audition.
The hot drink gone, she redons shoes
and fetches her coat and purse
from the kitchen, leaving the cup.
Georgio, the boss, calls “Get some sleep.
You’ll need it tomorrow.” She sighs.
Frosty was tired of his old carrot nose
And that it drooped down daily when it froze
He replaced it with a pen
But too soon it leaked and then,
He was covered in blue to his elbows
Jack Frost wanted to have a hot pink drink
Not worried it may make the snowflakes stink
He downed a hot toddy,
Left him feeling shoddy
Snowflakes are now falling tiny and pink
The Christmas elf wanted to try to sing
But his voice could only jingle and ping
He threw himself down,
His voice made no sound
He could only make his jingle bells ring
Never a Marxist
I didn’t like Groucho
And though I read Spanish
forget Sancho Panza
I was a big Lenin fan
John, not Vlady --
who loved a hot-toddy
when courting a ‘la-dy’
Today my likes and dislikes
blow hot and cold
which is likely to happen
when your blood runs old
Daisy Daisy give me your answer do, said he
"I can't cuz I got de flu" she sniffled then blew
Daisy Daisy you know I love you
she plucked at the petals, then counted, recounted with rue
Daisy daisy won't you finally, say I do ?
" I'd like to, I want to but, Achew!
Daisy Daisy whats up with you ?
I got a cold and I don't know what to do !
Hot Toddy Hot lovin'.... he gave her, that night
then he loved her and kissed her, with all of his might !
The next day she knelt on one knee and did ask,
"oh Pippin oh Pippin won't you marry me"
I can't love I'm sickie, not now love, Tee Hee.
In the meantime, the ring was attached to a daisy,
of course he'd marry her, she drove him half crazy !!!
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
All a girl wants is a man who looks amazing in a tiny suit
one that will make her heart race when he flexes his glutes
one who comes charging down the beach on a white horse
and swoops her in his big strong arms, without any force
All a girl wants is a good looking man with a sexy strut
one with crazy thunder thighs and trunks that plunge n' cut
one that will place tanning lotion all over her warm body
and make her purr like a kitten after drinking hot toddy
All a girl wants is a swimsuit God who is named Bolt Upright
it has to fit him almost right,... but just a wee bit tight
one who can save her if she's about to drown at sea
and give her mouth to mouth on bended knee.
"All a girl really wants, is a man who looks good in a bikini" - Yummy !
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
Reminiscing about Christmases past,
Thinking about a lost love that will cleave
The heart, but memories do last and last.
Remembering those most treasured moments
I shall relish the solitude of this Christmas Eve
For tomorrow the danger of a war foments
And some young soldiers must take their leave.
Listening to soft carol sounds, I shall grieve
While sipping a hot toddy of brandy and cider
There shall be blessed quietness this Christmas Eve
But I’ll be wishing I were sitting here beside her.
It’s not likely I’ll be interrupted in my solace
Friends and family will have taken their leave
Preparations for Christmas were quite aweless
I shall treasure the peace of this Christmas Eve.
Written November 12, 2022
submitted to "November or December Quatrain" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Cottage dreams, wooden cabins and the scent of burning campfires
Every July we would gather at Vince's cottage to see Santa in attire
Into the water he would go with his speed boat full of presents
all the kids would run to see the bearded man with a belly bent
There was no snow, no mistletoe, no hot toddy, just sweet lemonade
all the kids would line up straight just waiting for that gifted accolade
We had never heard of Christmas in July for us this was spanking new
at night we sat around at fire and sang carols until half past two
Today I reminisce about those days of Christmas in the summer heat
we wore flip flops and passed out freeze pops, oh it was all so neat
Now when winter holidays arrive with cold and winter storms abroad
we talk about Vince and his Xmas antics, before he left to be with God.
July 22, 2022
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Contest Name Christmas in July
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
Reminiscing about Christmases past,
Thinking about a lost love that will cleave
The heart, but memories do last and last.
Remembering those most treasured moments
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
For tomorrow the danger of a war foments
And some young soldiers will take their leave.
Listening to soft carol sounds, I shall grieve
While sipping a hot toddy of brandy and cider
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
But I’ll be wishing I was sitting here beside her.
It’s not likely I’ll be interrupted in my solace
Friends and family will have taken their leave
Preparations for Christmas were quite aweless
I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve.
written December 24, 2021
Of romance, they never pen.
As if they had paralysis, or is
romance a secret then?
It's as real as the nose on your
face!
Have you erased it all and so
what took its place?
Yes, I heard about the poets,joy to
disgrace each other!
The sweetest poets here got intense
joy out of watching the jousting between
poet sisters and brothers?
A passion for poet blood, because
your life is that dull?
Better you have a hot toddy that
makes that mind of yours null!
Insults and spurn, do not encouragement
make.
Mail each other to have it out, on your
time, not ours is my take!
People see us ranting and humiliating
one another?
Who wants to join The Soup and get
their poetry smothered?
4/i3/2021
~4~
Gorilla My Dreams sang me a moody torch song with these lyrics:
Why does your soul feel like a hole
Wherein a mole used to hide
Why does your heart fall all apart
It will not start deep inside.
Why won't somebody make my hot toddy
Oh lawdy lawdy, oh no
Why is it scary here on the ferry
With Curley Larry and Moe.
It's nineseventeenPM.
and here I am again.
I truly need to sleep,
and rise as day doth peep.
I lie in bed thinking,
feeling very romantic.
Turnin' and tossin
Tossin and turnin'
imagining kissing
each part of his body.
I sure need a hot toddy.
My eyes are growing dim,
"I have loved none but him."
6/28/2018
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