to late you can't skate
you didn't make the team
sorry better luck next time
don't get mad at me
scored high on your
figure eight
but the night is over
put up your skates
too late you can't skate
the parties over
to late you can't skate
grab your skates and go on
we're open in the moring
ah quater to ten
but the night is over
I said with a grin
too late you can't skate
come back tommorrow
go home and practice
work on your form
do some caligentnic
it's to late to skate
the night has ended
to late you can't skate
the night is gone
Inspiring pond and lake monitoring technology.
a sensor to monitor the
freeze and frozen conditions
of ponds lake creeks and
streams.
Lusty Lacey
There was a libidinous gal named Lacey.
She pondered thoughts steamy and racy.
Then her hunk of a husband came in.
Oh, how she longed with her darling to sin!
Instead he chose they go shopping at Macy's!
June 3, 2020
3:40pm PST
Poem # 1,219
Written by Gail DeBole on August 16, 2017
Lacey the turtle fell flat on her back.
She landed squarely.
Her shell did not crack.
Jakey the turtle became her green knight.
With his gentle nudge
She again was upright.
After that, Jakey would not leave her side
Making sure Lacey stayed upright.
She became Jakey’s bride.
Little angel came to me just before the dawn
A screech she did exhale followed by a yawn:
Charismatic, joyful happy soul shared her life with me
Every single day, month that has gone by:
Years she shines sunlight in my eye