My obese dog, Wunder-Mutt,
was hungry.
I gave "fatty" some sausage pizza.
"Good boy" I jovially said.
"We shall both diet tomorrow."
He wagged his tail, to agree.
Then...Darn it!
I fell and hit my fat head.
Concerned, he licked left-over
mozzarella off my double chins.
Ah, obesity~the joy that never ends!
June 23, 2020
5pm PST
Poem # 1306
Categories:
wunder, food, fun, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Ich bin der Hund im Schoß deiner Lügen,
liege am Boden eines falschen Bettes,
deine Decke, Schicksal´s seidenes Tuch,
mein Blick glaubt immer noch and dich,
unter deinem Kleid liegen meine Wunder,
welche die Augen von all den Gestern
müde werden ließen.
Meine Nerven vereist, wie unter Eis verschlossen,
wenn ich einbreche, spüre ich die Kälte in Scherben vorbeiziehen,
so sinke ich in dich,
als Wunsch, der nicht zu ändern ist,
warum ist erst am Boden die Liebe zu sehen,
die allen Tauchern die Luft nimmt,
das bleibt als Mysterium,
wohl in uns bestehen.
Ach, ich wünsch´ nur eins,
das Seelen, Gottes Jugend wären,
auch wenn ich weiss, dass es so nicht ist,
so wünsch´ ich´s mir,
denn so wär´ mir alles wohl erklärt
Categories:
wunder, kiss, life, light, love,
Form: Ballade
deer mister god: momy said i coud rite a leter by mysef to you
i'd lik to talk on the fone with you but this wil half to do
id reely lik to set on yur lap, ticle you and pul yur beerd
maybee sumday i can do that if you woudn think me weerd
i want you to no i ben good and go to churc and sundy skool
my sundy skool techer has ben teaching us the goldy rool
be sur to be in churc next sundy, il show you my nuu shooz
il make sur dady nos yur ther so he wont tak his snooz
ther is sum things i ben wantin to ask you about
is it ok if i dont have to eat all my brusel sprout
momy says you ar al around us but i have nevr seen you
ar you playin hid and seek and playin triks on me too
nuther thing i ben wunder about is who invented lite
wuz it you or mister edisun pleaz tel me wich is rite
tel me what reely hapen to al them dinersors
and why do dadies have to fite in al the wars
momy says im geting a litle bruthr but wont you tak pity
what i reely want frum you or santi claws is a flufy kity
i luv you as many as the stars and want you as my frien
tak good care uf yursef mister god yur pen pal mary ann
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
wunder, childhoodme, me,
Form: Rhyme