Seating
***Changing The Subject.***
You Know, The
Front Row Has
All Those: EXPECTATIONS!
(And The Back Row Even Morre (Moiré.))
But In The Middle
You Just Fiddle-Faddle
‘Til You Bust It!
Out The Door!
Quick.
-Gray Squirrel
07-25-2025
new seat arrangement
focus on final exams
we will all get A's
*Image of Toilet Issue by Pixabay.
Seating Arrangement
Notice Ladies and Gentlemen:
Please place the toilet seat down when
you're done, Thank You, The Management.
"Don't forget boys," said Evelyn.
The boys expressed their agreement
and routinely bid their consent,
"After you ladies," they stated,
but the girls sounded their dissent.
"Truly fair, reasoned we dated
yet some proof's appreciated,
so go on guys and indulge us,
and both will place as best rated."
First and then the other -- no fuss.
Guys smile at girl's thumbs-up, A+.
"Oh my gosh, where are the tampons!"
"Get some, there's nothing to discuss!"
"We'll be back!" "Who picked this place -- moms?"
They yelled, "Got some!" Piercing caroms
after they agreed to relish
the rest of the night at the proms!
2022 June 04
*1st Place*
Rubaiyat Contest
~~Sotto Poet: Judged 2022 June 13
HMS: 8 syllables per x 20 lines
RZ: RhymeScheme; a,a,b,a - b,b,c,b - c,c,d,c - d,d,e,d - e,e,f,e.
In an age of constant movement,
nothing is more urgent than sitting still.
—Pico Lyer
SEATING ASSIGNATION
The pick ax and the magazine it’s true,
The toilet bowl so white it’s often blue.
Too soft paper litters.
Chafe is not for quitters.
The bottomless vortex, a witch’s brew.
11/16/2020
blackened...ravenous
crow on shady café chair
eyeing menu
5/25/2018
The cogs of time
are creaking to life.
The time has come for me to shoulder my
responsibility and become a man.
No, it hasn't.
It is time to shut up.
It's time for everyone to shut up.
Not time to think; thinking is an eternal funnel.
Time to grind the stones;
harvest the aeons of work.
The bounties of our travels,
Endless musty rooms of crystals and trinkets
are pulverized by the hulls
of twisted, shapeless juggernauts.
When growing up, we had our seats
Around the dining table.
We knew where everyone belonged –
We didn’t need a label.
Within the car, the rules applied;
The window seat was mine.
The youngest got the middle seat –
He’d dare not try to whine.
As an adult, I’m still the same –
I like the seat I’ve picked;
In classrooms, lunchrooms, or the car –
Usurpers I evict.
Some people just don’t understand.
They think I’m dictatorial,
When really, it’s within my genes
To be quite territorial.
We all have quirks, and one of mine
Is choosing where I sit.
It’s juvenile and just a tad
Obnoxious, I admit.
But since it means a lot to me
Most people seem to yield,
Perhaps enjoying someone else’s
Craziness revealed!
Seating,
Here feeling cold,
Wishing that,
You were here,
To hold you,
Tight.