Quite frankly, my dear, I know what you need,
I'll take a blank check; come now! Some speed.
For you want inspiration, some relaxation,
and a way to refocus life's peregrination.
So come! There's a chair, so soft it's a crime.
Pulled up next to the fire that's lit for all time.
And a lovely pillow to rest your sweet head,
and a fine fantasy that might put you to bed,
were it not for the crackle and sput of the flame,
and the tall glass of brandy that chuckles your name.
And if you tire of looking at fire,
behold! There is so much more to inspire.
Windows beholding the slope of the mountain,
robed in white snow from flower to fountain.
Winter so wicked is clawing without,
and that makes your comfort the sweeter, no doubt!
Yea, munch on your cheese and warm, buttered toast,
Fall asleep if you can, though I do have to boast,
that the playing of yonder violin,
may leave you daydreaming of summer again.
Written for Advertisement contest, sponsored by Lewis Raynes
7 March 2018
Categories:
sput, dream, happiness, summer, winter,
Form: Couplet
Rose at ma glance,the
beauty shone ma lenses,with
the sun in shota, of so many
panic of thy brightness in the
dept of nessdark....
Above the petals savoureth
thy aroma of beauty,dejavu
maketh thy present beneath
ma heart.....aroma of
sacroma in the peakest daize
of endma.,erraneth is thy
woosy doze of thy
worth,feeling loosen when
thy words woos ma brain,ma
parted part feeleth so soon
when the sput is cameth out
of it cokoon...
HER HINT HENCE
Categories:
sput, romantic
Form: ABC
Bitter black coffee and piping hot tea
Sit a-steaming and a-boiling just for me.
The java spits and sputters, and mutters in its wrath;
The yellow shrieks and bellows out of its kettle's mouth.
Spitter sputter, sput spit, whoo whoo whee!
Better bitter black coffee and piping hot tea
When the winter nights are raving
And the snowflakes are a-sailing,
Than ice-cream and candybars
Under a summer night's bright stars.
Categories:
sput, life
Form: Light Verse