I don't wanna be
a wannabe no more
waiting for opportunity
to come a'knocking
on my open door
and the day she does
tho' the lights are on
there's no one home
as I'll probably be
out to lunch
knowing me
so I wanna see
'Been there, done that!'
on my resumé because
I'm oh-so tired
of being a never-was
Cupid went on a tear
that day he hit the punch.
His shots went here and there.
He sure was out to lunch.
That day he hit the punch
and ventured to the zoo
to where his arrows flew.
His shots went here and there
and hit a hare and sloth
thus twitterpating both.
He sure was out to lunch,
and I would like to know
which cubs are fast or slow.
The eerie thing is
The day of your dying
Will be a normal day
You may need to clear your head
You step out, saying bye to your wife
And just like that.
Or maybe you're travelling back to your mom
And the car in front of you losing a tyre
Killing you and others
Having a normal day so far
Or maybe you will be used to the cancer
Because till then, it was always a normal day of pain
Or maybe you go out to lunch
And you swallow wrong on a date
Or maybe you are old and expecting
But it still catches you off guard.
Or maybe you planned it all
But still, you will lack the faith
We all die the same deaths suddenly
At least to our perspective
Joe’s out to Lunch
He’ll be back right away
(Try again, sucker
next Friday)
Joe just stepped out
or he’s with a client
Joe lies a lot
But he’s compliant
Joe’s not in today
So talk to Hank
Hank’s not in either
to be real frank
Joe’s on another line
He can’t take your call
All his excuses
nought but stalls
The door is closed
The shutter down
No voices heard
Now out of town
Portcullis, locks
A barricade
Small chance to rescue
What was made
The landing pad
A storm does seize
To wildest rush
From gentle breeze
Out to lunch
Back in five
Lost moments where
A heart did thrive
I missed a memo
No call to chat
Thumbs-up emoji
That is that?
A one-way street
Without reverse
A mystery
Perhaps a curse
What's done is done
Some may say
But heroes find
A better way
To rescue friendship
To seek the truth
It's old school faithful
Yes, foresooth
Place on the armour
Grab sword..Away!
We live to love
Another day
When the good things happen take a photo in your mind
So you can reach in and get it when others ain’t so kind.
When someone special comes along, laugh and play with them for fun.
Keep these memories in your heart, when your tears begin to run.
When there is hope and joy, box it up and take it out to lunch.
Concentrate on the best parts of your day, collect them in a bunch.
So when the bad times come and shake you by your weary feet,
You will not be discouraged, depressed, sad, sorrowful or beat.
This advice is given to you by one who knows you pretty well.
I do not want the bad times to be something upon which you dwell.
I want you to focus on happiness and joy, and throw away your woe.
Because frankly, my dear, I revere and love you totally, you know.
Smith was out to lunch
or maybe it might be brunch
had to practice punch
we should realize
what Smith did was compromise
had not been too wise
Putin with a crew
bad things he will do to you
he had a loose crew
Death failed to show up for work one day,
the clock remained unpunched
Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,
all coroner’s out to lunch
Death took a holiday without checking in,
the pecking order stunned
Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off
—awaiting what’s to come
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
A famous boxer received a punch
That made his brain box crunch
He fell in the ring
When he heard the bell ding
Then the victor went out to lunch
I usually see them coming
this one caught me by surprise.
It hit me in the back of my melon
right between the eyes.
A cheap shot was extended
bludgeoned from behind.
Directly above an area
where the sun has never shined.
I need to be more careful
the tiny dancer keeps watch.
I guess it could have been worse
I could have caught one in the crotch.
Tomorrow is a brand new day
off the clock and out to lunch.
I have new friends that watch my back
for the dreaded sucker punch.
Be sure to bring your surf board,
Which you always can afford;
To God be conscientiousness;
When you do be very anxious.
When drowning in river realized,
That I really was being baptized;
While I had been having a hunch,
All politicians were out to lunch.
Would find out that flu had been;
Saved for only those who did sin,
According to my Bible I had read,
Will receive ticket when you sped.
Jim Horn
There once was a great white
Who was looking for a bite
And there was a seashore town
That had smiles instead of a frown
Preparing for a 100 year celebration
With wind surfing racing
It took a whole year of work
And the great white brought a knife and a fork
Towns people started to disappear
And there was something out to fear
Politician Wells who had money to spend
And put up a nice plan that would be strong enough to defend
Off the wind surfers did go
With the shark wanting to feed on the show
They got through the netting
then proceeded to do some upsetting
All this mess
Nearly made rich man Wells confess
But he never shook in his boots
Until his whirly bird went kapootz
With a television reporter getting out of hand
it was up to the author to take a stand
With Vic Morrow who was on loan or borrow
Played the Quint style for awhile
The writer ended up the Captain Brody fighter
As they went fishing with chum that they were dishing
The action in independent film was not missing
It all ended very fast with a nice blast
While the author threw the punch
Before taking his golden girl out to lunch
Do I support the President
By Franklin Price
10/07/2019
Do I support the President?
Is a question that I hear
Especially with impeachment
That seems is drawing near
To me it doesn't matter
Whether I'm for Trump or not
Both sides won't work together
They must always stir the pot
I'm getting very, very tired
Of the whole self centered bunch
When it comes to We the People
Washington is out to lunch
He did not teach me much,
he had rather take me out to lunch.
Be honest all your days, that was what he would say.
Everyday work hard, with all of your heart.
A winner never quits,
even if it is the pits.
A quitter never wins, they get it on the chin.
This great man did not teach me much,
yet in reality he taught me a bunch.
Dad what a great name, you should be in the hall of fame.
(Dad You Were The Best) Date: 9/17/2019
You don't know any better than I
Nor I any better than you
Only god knows better than either of us
And he has gone out to lunch
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