Grand Central should be welcoming,
For travelers do flock,
To come and go, from near and far
And all around the clock.
A hub of transportation,
Both for subway and for rail,
It’s a place where first impressions
Of the city should prevail.
Yet the food court is dispiriting.
The choices are okay,
But there’s a problem if you want
To take some time and stay.
Ther’s very little seating, so
When purchasing some food –
A meal or snack or drink, unless
You might be in the mood
To stand around and eat it,
You are simply out of luck.
There are some scattered tables
For those early birds with pluck.
Perhaps it’s to discourage
Homeless people who might sit
Without spending any money
And, when challenged, throw a fit.
Still, it isn’t very pleasant
For those visitors who might
Like to stop and get their bearings
And to grab a little bite.
As a local, I’m embarrassed
That this very poor excuse
For a food court in Grand Central
Is the best we can produce.
I come to you with one hand out
Open and up in my need
The other behind my back
Hidden in a fist of rage
Holds a blade, a bat, chain or gun.
I want my way
And if you do not agree
I will throw a fit
And take it however I can.
This is the ploy of a toddler
Grown into full size if not maturity.
I want my way
And will get it no matter what.
What’s that you say, “Go
And earn it, grow it, make it, use it, keep it”?
I have no idea what you mean
You cruel, cruel meany
And I will stay until you give it
One hand out and open
The other clenched and hidden.
(10/31/25)
Dear mother, why do you scream and hit?
Dear mother, why do you yell and throw a fit?
Dear mother, you get angry when we stand or sit.
Dear mother, unloved you make me feel like I'm in a pit.
Dear mother, the oldest child you love the most.
Dear mother, why do you treat me like a ghost?
Dear mother, you hate me because I was born.
Dear mother, two out of three of us you are mad at and scorn.
Dear mother, why do you think I don't believe in the love you gave?
Dear mother, I won't visit you now or at your grave.
Out of line sometimes life's events don't always rhyme and if I hear hey bro the line is over here, um going to lose it, throw a fit and then maybe get inline. In line out of line online all these lines still nothing straight.Lines-you going to make it, heard that line so many times it rhymes.you may not like it when I start cussing and again tell me sir you out of line..no worries today I will acknowledge that I am out of line no worries tomorrow I will get online, inline do rhyme cause yesterday I needed that.. I was . . .
could it be the shadow
could it be the abuse
could it be the ways you use me
could it be your ecuses
should I throw a fit
should I get used it
should I stand here and watch
should I guess what you want
like your not taken care of
like Im not aware of what you do
I cant just stand by and
watch you hurt people who did nothing to you
innocent lives wont be lost
cause your so insecure
I said you were all good
but I was wrong your all bad
It seems all the juice in the
world wont quench the thirst you had.
The Lies you tell me and then tell yourself
the way you act as a victim in your own web of hell
and if I call out your horse- , you will blame and throw a fit
you cut me with your behavior and words and then don't expect me to bleed
you then after much confrontation say sorry as if it will add to your good deed
its time to make this right and I am done not standing up
So I am going to hold you accountable for these actions that has caused all this mess-up.
Dejected scarecrow sat on a prickly bale of hay.
Nothing went right he said on this horrible day.
A pumpkin nearby tried to cheer him up a bit.
But dejected scarecrow was determined to throw a fit.
Let’s look at the positives, a small voice said.
It was from the bowels of a grave of one long-dead.
The scarecrow got scared and run screaming away.
I hate to say it, but for the pumpkin it was now a better day.
I know, “Let’s go trick-or-treating!” the schnauzer said.
Said the cat, “You must be completely dead in the head!”
Pink bunny was jumping around in circle with glee.
Ebony bat said, “If you do it, you have to take me!”
They decided to do it on this October Halloween night.
They dressed in costumes meant to humor not fright.
Went house to house and got no carrots, but candy.
“I love this!” said the candy-eater, schnauzer named Randy.
“I wanted lettuce or carrots,” the rabbit lamented a bit.
said the bat “You get what you get, and you don’t throw a fit.”
Pink bunny got eaten by big bad wolf along the route.
Cat ran off with a well pawed Tom, rabbit continued to pout.
I woke up bright and early today
Everything will be okay
First, I ate breakfast
and hoped that I didn’t choke
Next, I took a soothing shower
hoping that we’d have stable power
After wearing my best outfit
I hoped my neighbour wouldn’t throw a fit
I took my keys from the table and my hands began to shake
Were my clothes suitable for the weather?
My resolve started to break
I walked to the door
But began to pace in front of it
When I couldn’t take it anymore
I curled up into a ball
I finally calmed but the sun was down
I stood up and walked to bed
Maybe next time I’ll have more luck
who gets the credit for the lightbulb, Dad?
Dad scoffs, easiest question he has ever had
That is Edison son, Thomas was his first name
Ask me again, and I’ll tell you the same
What about the motion picture camera, who invented it?
Dad is bamboozled now, but determined to not throw a fit.
His wife? He guesses, making his wife smile in her cutest way.
Edison dad! yells the child, who runs out to play.
What are those furry bundles in the tree?
They get larger in the evening if you ask me.
Brown like chipmunks, but can they be?
Or are they squirrels who want to grow with me?
My mother stared at the tree and walked around it twice.
She started to speak not once, or twice, but at least thrice.
I think your idea is exceedingly rare and very nice.
But these squirrels are rodents, much like mice.
To cheer them on would be wrong, I think.
Your dad would throw a fit to see them growing on the brink.
Let’s keep them a secret, and hope they hop away.
When they grow to maturity. What do you say?
You have heard of it many times I am sure.
and probably of it abjure.
I have been driven, striven,
to obtain my little slice,
please take my advice.
I have achieved my little chunk,
without behaving like a punk,
you I can readily you assure.
You can seize it,
if you don't need to throw a fit,
of self-serving s**t.
What you really need,
is plant a little seed,
and work very hard indeed.
I make a list of A words; thinking an alliterative poem would do today.
A cobra falls from the sky and lands in my hair with a big “hooray!”
A talking snake; just my unique daily kind of luck, I think.
The cobra says “Hi, my name is Lady Godiva Pink!”
Well that is all well and good, but what can I do with it?
I am making a list of A words; so I throw a fit.
I want to get on with alliteration, and I have my poem in mind.
I am tired of getting side tracked by cobras and rattlers of every kind.
Why my hair? I ask the cobra. “Why choose me?”
I got thrown by a giant in the cloud. He just tossed me away.
I am madder than hops now; as mad as a young mother can be.
I guess I will have to write the poem I had in mind on another day.
i like when you speak, so i listen to you
but, when you iterate the story
of the boy that wanted to pick up broken glass,
of the girl that did not hold the right age or class
i don’t enjoy it
so, i throw a fit
i freeze and force to stay behind the door
but, i still hear you dance on the wooden floors
the game of push and pull is keeping up the queue
so, in all glory
let’s hop on first class
to forget the matter and the mass
of the words i never admit
that combine with actions we never commit
and i know you keep wanting more
but, there’s nothing left to adore
to mourn over what fell through
between me and you
Louise has the most exotic doll clothes in the toy chest.
We know she is Meg’s favorite because of her outfits.
Some of us are angry with Louise because of this favoritism.
Some of the prettier dolls are uglier now, and they throw a fit.
Last night Meg created a gorgeous gold bird nest hat for Louise.
We saw it, and many of us were not pleased in the least or at all.
She is more gorgeous than ever, and this is not fair, if you please.
Worse, it made her look svelte, and about six inches more tall.
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