Sweet taste of summer!Juicy fruitBeckons from the bins The siren song of “I’m in season!And low-cal!I’m what you want!You can’t NOT win!” Velvet curve of mounded peachThe touch gives me a rushYet I knowWhen I get homeIt’s sure to taste like mush And pre-sliced mangoGlistening(Minus hairy pit!)Golden spears of pure delightJust begging to be bit But even as I buy some upI have a nagging hunchThat when I go to take my biteI...
“Open up; it’s yummy,” Mom lied to me. Her eyes held mirth, Of that I could see. I did what I could. I turned this way then that. But what I really could have used, Was a baseball bat. It was hopeless of course, Of that I could see. That’s when an idea, It came to me. I opened my mouth, And took it all in. And then turned my head towards mommy, With a most evil grin. What I did then, Even Satan would have been amazed. I s...
Mondays suck big time I have no fear in stating this They begin the work week long Ending the weekend short Only two days we are granted Rest, play, errands, or enjoy Take your pick, it matters not For in a blink much too quick Those two days are gone And once again the cycle starts Five days of yuck, blah and what not So work we must the week through Making plans that most likely will bust For once the desired Friday arr...
