I have got it half right,
I took on board,
The advice from an educational video,
As part of my advanced leadership training as a Cub Leader,
Obtaining my wood beads.
The video showed a clued up boss,
Talking about catching his staff doing things right,
And the lengths he went to catch them in the act.
I took that on board,
With my abilities to get the best of any staff,
Especially relievers,
As I did a lot of relieving as an ECE Teacher,
Including as relieving supervisor.
Yet when It came to,
Catching my now ex wife doing things right,
I never quite transferred the skill to that area of my Life.
Maybe it is not too late,
To do better at it in my next relationship,
As at 72 I am still a spring chicken,
With my marbles only slightly chipped.
According to my doctor,
And the test I aced to prove it.
.
In my neck of the woods,
Old Man Winter came with a bang
And stayed as long as she could,
Which fortunately was not very long.
She strutted across the delta, leaving
Enough ice to break trees and power
Lines. After some 8 days and nights,
It warmed up, and we were fine. Thanks
Be to God and a little help from friends
Who loaned us a generator. The silence
Disappeared but we were kept safe and warm.
I think that the bees, hornets, and wasps
Were confused about Nature's way, and we
Were not amused by their annoying ways.
Someone needs to tell them, "It's too early".
Anyway, Spring has just arrived officially;
And I am very impressed with all the budding
That I see, especially the thriving peach tree.
The pear and pecan trees appear to be waving
To me. I return a wave with a smily spring face.
The peach tree is no spring chicken, but she's
Alive and well, preparing us sweet summer fruit.
'Twas very many moons ago
I was once a spry spring chicken
~ At least the hat survived
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
is it Friday already; my pill box says so
how many Fridays have fallen
into my palm. my nickname
is Friday, and I pop
my morning pills, interminably
mindful of ginkgo-biloba
and the rest; pillage
of my youth. left
for the book sale; to drop
off books and pick up more
from the library floor. ancient
you must think. watch me
amble row to row; I’m not
a Spring chicken; I’m wintering
in the sun; wandering; wondering
if pills are squandered on me.
oh yes, one more thing
I have to…ahem…go
Scribbling in my writer's cafe,
Love happens along our way,
It's a keyboard pixie society,
You're a charming man,
Disarming, you can,
Cannot measure bliss,
"No Spring chicken, miss!"
Specks in vast universe,
Lovers love this verse,
Plan our pleasure today,
Love happens along the way.
Oh those days are gone
no more spring in my footsteps
only snails crawl
Welcome Spring with your wind and blinding sand!
You, of course, always have the winning hand
This time, however, you're just out of luck
I''m welcoming you with things that go cluck
When you bend to count your big winner's pile
I'll just watch you with my crafty, sly smile
My little chick liked the rooster on sight
Careful with flowers for his peck's a bite!
I want to live in a spaceship house he said.
His wife thought he was being silly, but he meant it.
He planned it for a decade or more.
She pooh poohed his idea.
Then he met a young enthusiastic spring chicken.
She encouraged him to build his dream.
He spent the next decade in the backyard.
Building his dream.
Always speaking of the spring chicken
And how much her encouragement meant to him.
Infuriating his jealous wife who did not realize
She was feeling ill will toward an unlucky soul.
The spring chicken was one of his students
Who died of lung cancer at the age of twenty-three.
Which is why she encouraged everyone to pursue and live their dream.
Happy birthday to you
You make up what is new
You are sorry you're born
when old becomes you
You're not what I'd call
older than me at all
But you're just a spring chicken
that's too hot to call
So remember my line
that your older than time
When you think you're dismembered
and the life you lived rhymes
So forget your old beef
that your dead for a piece
When the lord burns your candle
even when you're deceased
Sand flows much too quickly in that goldarn hour glass
I'm no spring chicken, but I'll have to take a pass
If a guy thinks he rocks
Wearing fuzzy socks and crocs
That nerdy look is just too dorky for this lass
I've had lots of men flirt with me throughout the years
But one dressed like that and I'd be laughing with tears
He'd make an impression
And from my expression
He'd be very embarrassed by guffawing jeers
There's a rumor about Batman going around
When he saw Robin wearing socks and crocs in town
He swatted him with a "ZONK!"
"Why are ya dressed like a punk?"
"Take those hideous things off or you're going down!!"
I've always admired a man who has self respect
One who dresses with class and style, I'd not reject
I'd call him a silver fox
In well-shined shoes, he walks
But in fuzzy socks and crocs, he'd look train wrecked!
Guys, if you want a lady's provocative glance
Invite her to dinner and then share a slow dance
But remember that your shoes
Will give her the helpful clues
She requires to let your flirting lead to romance
June 10th, 2021
Fuzzy Socks and Crocs Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
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Here we go again this time. Shaking my head in disgust. Fighting with myself to stay sane
Tugging and pulling thinking to myself what a damn shame
You should know better after all this time what the hell is the problem..
Where should I began because I have a lot of them
No longer a spring chicken and getting set in my ways
Health issues with hot flashes and depressing day
With thoughts of what I could've should've would've done if only I had ran the marathon .
I once went out on a blind date
But that'll never happen again
A not so pleasant experience
When I was set up by a friend
He said, "She has but one problem,"
"I noticed as she crossed the street,"
"It's avian in nature, because"
"She has what you'd call crows feet!"
I said, "Well I'm no spring chicken,"
"And I'm a little weathered myself"
So I grabbed hold of that comment
And put it on my "So what" shelf!
I admit that I was nervous
Knocking on the door of her place
But was most, pleasantly surprised
When I saw her angelic face!
She was gorgeous from head to knee
But how was I suppose to know
Below that, I was shocked to see,
She did have the feet of a crow!
Although I’m no spring chicken,
I’d really like to say.
I finished my spring-cleaning,
only yesterday.
I sprung around the house,
cleaning high and cleaning low;
Stood back,
admired my work with face all aglow.
Then I went into the garden,
To plant out my spring onions.
But had to come inside,
To rest my feet and bunions
Some food into my tummy
would be rather nice,
so I picked up the phone
to order spring-rolls with rice.
I thought I’d put my feet up
on my favorite couch.
I sat upon a broken spring
and I let out a great big ouch!
Oh yes, spring’s a lovely season,
of that there is no doubt.
Enjoy all it has to offer,
that’s what life’s about.
I swear it is raining outside today
Anyway, it feels like it in my bones.
Arthritis has kicked up her heels
Reminding me I am not a spring chicken
Or even a lively old tired worn-out rooster
I am long in the tooth as we loved to say
When we were young and reckless and never ever
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
expected to get old.
But old I am and it is raining outside
And my body is yawning
And I want a nap
Which I can now take
Thank god
For I am old
A motorcycle ride?
Okay
Who wants to live forever anyway?
A filly once said, “Keep your grandpaws to yourself!”
Told her to keep her voice down, be kind to Santa's elf
I'm younger than I seem
Been mistaken for James Dean
I'm no spring chicken but my body don't smell
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