Not for nothing am I something.
My alter-ego absent-mindedly swats a fly
from the tip of its nose.
The hard stool I am sat upon squirms,
if it had one more leg it might have left the room.
Take you for instance, your unfounded faith
in reality,
it's always changing,
your life is a changing room,
your clothes never fit, and your choice of hats
attracts the attention of interdimensional aliens,
who, as we all know,
are always looking to nest somewhere.
I think the chair needs to take a dump, it's straining
under my weight, and my alternative persona
is now sneezing uncontrollably.
I bolt for the door, chasing after my soul,
which suddenly has decided to take a vacation
far away from my
hard to explain, presence.
"Reality shall not be infringed". I yell.
A saggy skin is turning gray -
fingers, long and thin,
hang below my ankles in disarray.
I should like to try more time-travel
but shockingly,
I think this is the end of the line.
When I arose one day, I could barely walk.
Had to drink my coffee before I could talk.
Before I was done, the bathroom would call,
I held the grab bar, but still managed to fall.
The shower beckoned me, so I went on in.
I slipped on the soap, and bruised my shin.
Later I was hungry, so in the kitchen I go.
I screamed a bit loudly, when I stubbed my toe.
My dog started barking, and looking quite mean.
He then bit my leg, it was a real bloody scene.
I made it to the fridge, and looked inside,
There was nothing to eat, so I sat down and cried.
I ordered a large pizza, and thought "oh well".
But when it arrived, it was burnt as hell.
I tried to take a walk, but my feet were still sore,
Instead of feeling good, it was becoming a chore.
I made it back home, after slipping in the mud,
That's it, I thought, this day's a real dud.
I thought tomorrow will be good, like it's always been,
I laid my head on my pillow, then the ceiling caved in.
Goodnight!
In a church where hymns soar high and free,
A mouse embarked on a daring spree,
Up the stockinged leg, it did dare,
Past the congregation's wide-eyed stare.
The preacher's wife felt a tickle, then a squirm,
Her face turned red, as it rounded a turn,
She jiggled and wiggled trying not to shout,
As the mouse explored, in and out, and about.
"Dear Lord," she prayed, "keep my composure tight,"
While the mouse ascended in silent flight,
A sermon on chastity, unintended yet wise,
Unfolds with a mouse, in disguise.
The congregation gasped, chuckled, then roared,
As the mouse's adventure became church folklore,
A tale of a climb, so bold and so high,
A mouse and a lady, under God's watchful eye.
Celebrations galore on all Hallows eve
Eyes have a tendency to play tricks and deceive
Youngsters anticipate receiving a trick or a treat
Pranksters get a thrill from watching their victims retreat
Adults have opportunity to join in the fun
Perhaps dress as monsters and bash two parties not one
Bump into a scarecrow within a corn maze
Be careful or you'll wind up like a skeleton if you're lost for days
Enter at your own risk, a creepy haunted house
Hear a loud shriek around a corner, step lightly as a mouse
Beaming through the darkness is the light of a full moon
Eerie are the sounds of howling, you hope not to run into what's making them soon
Shadows are lurking, dancing and taunting
The trees themselves seem to be haunting
Look down as something brushes your leg, it happens to be a black cat
Swooping down towards you, is it a vampire or just simply a bat?
Crows are hovering above as you're nearing the cemetery
Unarmed, thoughts of a zombie apocalypse are a tad scary
Endless are the possibilities as your imagination takes flight
So much could happen under the magical influence of Halloween, a mysterious night
I told my hubby I would never get a puppy ever again,
but hey, aren’t they supposed to be a woman’s best friend?
So I scooped up Brady in my arms one warm June day,
brought him home with my daughter Ella to laugh and play.
He was a shy pup, until the day he seemed to go crazy,
started gnawing fiercely on his leg, it really did amaze me!
He’d fall asleep on and off with his leg in his mouth; weird!
him becoming oddly neurotic like us I really feared!
I gently went to him to pick up his sobbing wet puppy paw,
and guess what, you’ll never believe what I actually saw!
Crunchy peanut butter embedded up and down his thighs,
I should'a never got a puppy! (I very soon realized.)
I guess that afternoon Ella was making peanut butter and jelly,
her hands got all messy and she went to pet his golden belly.
He chewed in between naps and even fell asleep that night,
with his back leg in his snout holding it peanut buttery tight!
*true story about my puppy (he's 9 months old) the picture says it all*
February 28, 2018
My feet, they hurt
My nerves are shot
First I'm cold
Then I'm hot
My head, it aches
It throbs my eyes
Oh how I wish
That I would die!
My arm is bruised
My leg, it hurts
I think I should
Refrain from work
I wish these pains
Would go away
Oh! - I forgot
It's SATURDAY
The Amputated Leg
A human leg it is! With senses numbed the village stood around the dump;
It’s a curse! Righteous path we diverted, in shiver, the devotees driveled;
A dog might have dragged it, in what’s app, the android fingered techie drooled;
Consult the occultist, shouted the stout village chief and all became dumb.
Mumbling Sanskrit lines, the temple priest came with Ganges water to damp
The rumbling evil with a sprinkle; Holding their breath tout like Chiseled
Idols stood the village as he summoned the deities reciting mantras unrivalled;
‘Sacrifice one leg of pet or cattle per family to our goddess in her holy ramp,’
Pronounced the priest, in bold piety; they heard him in rapt devotion.
Then came the info youth at the cutting edge of both tech and culture
With police personnel and a dog to sniff out the path of the offenders;
The crisp kakis deftly parceled the amputated leg without any emotion
Off to forensic probe, pilfering the priest’s fee with their faith and culture;
And the dog barked at the careless Nurses, for dumping the leg without defenders.
Mine was an awning,
I was not fawning,
crammed into my mind,
the space was just not available,
the flesh was raw and broken,
the nerves jingled every now and then,
sending painful telegrams,
blood frightened me,
as it oozed out timorously,
I did not know quite,
how to get this sewed up and good,
I had to down my hood,
my activities reduced to half,
doctor said it would be allright,
he gave me pills,
spherical and cylinderical,
green,red,and yellow,
I took them in,
felt respite set in,
but awning yawned every now and then,
I limped the leg it was in,
and cursed the day,
I rode the puny kid bike of my son,
to fall down and have this gash,
nature has its own buddy in our body,
chemicals and antibiotics worked,
silently inside,
as I grimaced less,
the skin folded and dried,
blood was banned,
it whitened,
and now covered in a parchy layer,
soon that too fell off like snake skin,
leaving a sewed up and pink patch,
pink darned with sunlight,
to healthy skin color,
as skin matched the other skin,
now I needed to grimace no more,
what was grim,
was back again trim!
Mine was an awning,
I was not fawning,
crammed into my mind,
the space was just not available,
the flesh was raw and broken,
the nerves jingled every now and then,
sending painful telegrams,
blood frightened me,
as it oozed out timorously,
I did not knowquite,
how to get this sewed up and good,
I had to down my hood,
my activities reduced to half,
doctor said it would be allright,
he gave me pills,
spherical and cylinderical,
green,red,and yellow,
I took them in,
felt respite set in,
but awning yawned every now and then,
I limped the leg it was in,
and cursed the day,
I rode the puny kid bike of my son,
to fall down and have this gash,
nature has its own buddy in our body,
chemicals and antibiotics worked,
silently inside,
as I grimaced less,
the skin folded and dried,
blood was banned,
it whitened,
and now covered in a parchy layer,
soon that too fell off like snake skin,
leaving a sewed up and pink patch,
pink darned with sunlight,
to healthy skin color,
as skin matched the other skin,
now I needed to grimace no more,
what was grim,
was back again trim!