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Michael Todd Poem
I'd love to live a sea life,
there's just so much to do.
It would never ever be boring,
in the deep deep ocean blue.
I could juggle with clownfish,
sunbathe with the rays,
take off with the pilot whales,
and go blading with skates
Blow balloons with the pufferfish,
play pool with a shark
go hunting with sea lions,
teach a dogfish to bark
I could strum with guitarfish,
play piano with tunas,
make jazz with a bass,
then go solo with groupers
And we'd all have sea-cucumber sandwiches for lunch,
and jellyfish for desert.
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Todd Poem
"Aaagh", a yelp for help pierces the air.
I rush in my underwear to stop and stare.
For there in the empty bath, he sits and laughs, ha ha ha.
Here the battle must commence.
It's scary hairy legs vs hairy scary legs
The victor free to roam the home
The loser sit alone and moan
"Stand clear my dear for I am here"
"This mighty beast shall be slain to never again cause you pain"
Me vs the spider, the fear rising inside us
Then subsiding as it turns to heightened focus.
Me vs you, 8 legs vs 2
Both of us clueless as to who will make a move.
Without much of a plan, I scan the bathroom shelves.
For a weapon to arm or defend myself.
"Understand this Mr Arachnid, your fate is imminent"
But the implement of torture is something I am short of.
Perhaps I'll go with water
The surest form of death I suggest,
Is one by shower head and yet
He sits precariously close to the hose as he knows this.
As soon as I choose to remove the head,
From its little metal bed
A flash of black has climbed the rail,
Causing me to jump and wail.
Sweat pouring from my glands
My nemesis has the upper hands
He's covered all the bases
My plan to eliminate his status, wasted.
With wounded pride and morale never lower.
There is only one choice
"Dear, fetch me the flame thrower"
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Todd Poem
I smoke a cigarette,
and while it helps my mind to rest,
I detest I treat my body like this.
But I smoke to protest against those who don't,
but spend their existence trying to stop me,
from shortening mine.
But it is my time to spend how I wish,
Even if that means I'm a nightmare to kiss.
I already know what the effects of my smoking are,
it's not a shock to me that my lungs are filling with tar.
So they fight a losing battle because,
the more they rattle my cage the more I want,
to light a flame.
In defiance of their interference,
a resistance to their insistence,
that I quit.
Don't assume I don't know what I'm doing,
or that I'm dangerous,
and my only remedy, is to purchase what you're selling me,
as an aid.
I am not sick, for if I am then so is every other man who,
has a drink, a sleeping pill, a burger or a coffee or two.
We all have our ways of relaxing,
when we max out our stresses, our time,
we find ways to unwind.
So I'll carry on with grace, respecting other people's space,
and you can carry on with yours and,
I will not make your flaws unlawful.
Leave me to be,
while I rest here in peace.
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2015
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