Who writes poetry about jockey shorts
begs the question
~ Who reads it?
“Cuddles” is what I affectionately call her
This sweet little darling of mine
No other word can describe this beauty
She's a lovey, she's sweet, she's divine
She's here to grant me my every wish
Never asking for anything back
My life, my soul, my reason for living
Peace and contentment I don't lack
Betcha can't guess who this is about
A doggie or a kitten or a bunny
Guess correctly and you'll win the prize
Three kisses from me next Sunday
“Cuddles” is an absolute real charmer
On this soul she doth lovingly dote
Guys lounging round in their Jockey shorts
Know it's “Cuddles” my TV remote!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Aside from the glorious colours of autumn
It is my least favourite season of all four
It foretells of another Canadian winter just around the corner
I have seen 79 of them
That's 79 too many!
All my life, I've longed to live where
A sweater was the most I ever needed to wear to feel comfortable
Instead of fur lined jockey shorts and mukluks
Fashioned from seal skin
My life long dream has not materialized yet
Still have 20 or more years to go
What do you think my chances are
To live in a warm climate before I reach the magic number 100?
On a scale of “slim” to “a sure bet”
Would you figure it would be somewhere in between
Or as I predict... “a sure bet”
Now that's what most would call extreme optimism
Really, it's only 21 years from now
I call it a done deal!
© Jack Ellison 2014
You take the high road and I'll take the high road
You can't get away from me that fast
You can change your name, wear a silly disguise
Even dress up like a hooker
I would recognize those spindly legs anywhere
Oh and those crossed eyes of yours
That I thought at one time were so sweet and charming
One green, one blue... hmmm
And how about that big fat bum of yours
How are you going to hide that
That's gotta be the largest derriere on record
You know why I'm keeping you in my sights don't you
It's about that brand new pair of Jockey shorts
I believe you still have of mine
Remember? You once wore them on your head
Wasn't that a night... ooowweeeeee!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Think I'm starting to lose my grip
Forgetting the simplest details
Things that used to be second nature
My mind is now easily derailed
No longer able to draw on the past
Embarrassing moments occur
Vainly searching my once active mind
My memory is starting to blur
Going to work in my Jockey shorts
Can cause quite a stir on the bus
Most passengers pretend not to notice
Nobody wants to make a fuss
Slurping my soup in the local diner
Where everyone knows who I am
Wearing my best goin'-to-church finery
My tie all covered with jam
Life's little embarrassing moments
Happen at a much faster clip
Hopefully it's just a sign of my age
Not a sign I'm losing my grip
© Jack Ellison 2013
“Cuddles” is what I affectionately call her
This sweet little darling of mine
No other word can describe this beauty
She's a lovely, she's sweet, she's divine
She's here to grant me my every wish
Never asking for anything back
My life, my soul, my reason for living
Peace and contentment I don't lack
Betcha can't guess who this is about
A doggie or a kitten or a bunny
Guess correctly and you'll win the prize
Three kisses from me on next Sunday
“Cuddles” is an absolute real charmer
On this soul she doth lovingly dote
Guys lounging round in their Jockey shorts
Know it's “Cuddles” my TV remote!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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