Uma Carta de Amour
A letter of love I never wrote
“But I remember it well.”
as Maurice Chevalier sang
Once, I loved a dolphin
A swam along the ship
We sang a duet
People said the cook is mad again
The man is crazy again
As the dwellers on iron ship
Who had a pedestrian love affair
With **** magazines
This unequal affair of true love lost
As the sea got colder
She returned to the tropics
Fell in love with a harbour master
He was always there
At there at the end of the molo
Singing words of love.
Those in charge said he was mad
Yes, he was madly in love
He was sent to an asylum, were
Psychiatrists convinced him
His love of the dolphin was wrong
He disappeared when swimming to Martinique
But a love story never ends.
Goals Are The Legs Of Dreams
Written: by Miracle Man
January 30, 2021
For years I subsisted on transparent dreams,
then God enlightened me with this fact.
Ambitions without goals would remain futile wishes,
and wishing would get me nowhere, I had to act.
Then I posted my goals on a bathroom mirror,
where each day I was prompted to read.
I visited these goals daily measuring my success,
God has blessed my life since choosing to accede.
“A man must have his dreams-
memory dreams of the past, and eager dreams of the future.
I never want to stop reaching for new goals.”
Maurice Chevalier
Belle E. Danser tried some ballet
But Double D's got in the way
No one could forget
How her pirouette
Simply floored Maurice Chevalier!
(Baldassare Galuppi was a music composer
in 18th century Venice. Johann Pachelbel
came a little earlier. Maurice Chevalier and
Mistinguette were vaudeville artists and
on-off lovers in Paris in the 1920s.)
Your filigree correctly fret,
those perforations, so correct!
And how I love that dying strain,
suggesting sadness, feigning pain!
A twisted, coloured paper chain,
a love both sacred and profane,
your melody's a silhouette:
imperfect pleasure, sweet regret.
Your sharp and sugared vinaigrette
is like a Pachelbel duet,
a sorbet made with fine champagne,
or raindrops on a window pane,
the fragrant soil of southern Spain,
a grief I still can't ascertain -
Chevalier and Mistinguette?
That wistful chime! I hear it yet!
When a plump woman is here, why do you walk away?
They will supply you with your love needs in every way.
They provide their husbands and boyfriends with happiness.
They’re keeping Catherines and Lane Bryant in business.
No matter what most men say, I’ve found there’s a beauty
in all of these fine females that other guys don’t see!
Throughout the world, these nice women are easily found.
They’re some of the sweetest gals that are always around.
Despite all of the dieting, their numbers abound.
They come in many colors and nationalities.
I’ve been with so many of them; they’ve all aimed to please.
Nothing’s wrong there, they consume too many calories.
They feel so wonderful when they hold me in their arms.
In extra-large size are their enticing charms!
Those “little” girls can be left for Maurice Chevalier.
Where I’m concerned, I’ll take those “bigger” girls any day!
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