Pierre Maruse lived in a house that wasn't like any other.
One window down lived the queen and her crown,
Right next to her world-famous brother.
Oh, brother of mine, I'd give you a dime!
For Booette's kisses to you.
Please don't pout or flout about,
I could not afford all the love I see,
So, give her a kiss for me!
On the third floor down was a clutch of clowns.
The three elves: Wish, Promise, and Hold.
Their faces were square,
And they were always fair.
They would smile rather than scold.
The fourth floor down was below the ground,
And somewhat damp and cold.
There lived a slew of grumps.
In window one, Bad Breath, king of the evil smell would appear.
Window two had China Doll,
Whose eyes were squinched enough for two.
Window three was the home of Min Chee,
Of the pointy beard and rumpled nose.
And last of all, mumbling across the hall,
Was Cross Talk the irritable.
Outside, in a crack of the stoop,
Waved the sunshine flower,
Who bloomed once, every hour!
Pierre Maruse had a very odd house.
Our Country’s Past Mistakes
Miracle Man’s Opinion
June 20, 2021
We shine a light,
on country’s past mistakes.
Too many people,
have become snowflakes.
With squinched eyes we gaze,
through a self induced haze.
Seeking another man’s favor
and suffering malaise.
Many look past our beneficial changes,
while constantly keeping the past in the present.
The past never changes and only God discerns the future.
Miracle Man
Brilliant morning sun
Pierced the chilly, blinding fog
Cold drivers squinched eyes
You look like a baby eating prunes.
Eyes all squinched
And mouth puckered,
Waiting for the hurt.
Do I scare you?
Or look that mean?
Let me try
to be more loving,
let me show you
how much i care.
I don't claim to know
All there is to know.
When it comes to love,
I'm learning as i go!
You teach me,
I'll teach you.
We can pass this test
And all the rest!
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