'Tis The Season Again

'Tis The Season Again

I'll be home for Christmas

With an M-16.

Barfing by the Christmas tree

That makes the season green.

One a.m. in Denny's.

Denny's is no slacker.

Christmas songs this morning make

Black Friday even blacker.

Everybody's wishing

Merry wishes to each other.

Mommie's in the neighbor's bed,

And daddy's with his mother.

I just read that England

Uses meter, rhythm, rhyme.

There's hope. If she'll spare Turing,

Keats and Wilde this time.

11-28-13

 

The Poets

Poesy I'll say,

But never poet.

Every man's a poet in his soul.

And all the bards

Like flowers in a garden

Lie underneath their barrows

In the rain.

11-28-13

 

Three Limericks

There once was a fellow named Jack

Who gave it a wonderful whack

Which wasn't as odd

As the length of his rod

Which allowed him to whack from the whack.

A feisty old fellow with cheek

And joints so archaic they creak

Kept getting crushes

On girls with small tushes

And sneaking about for a peek.

Exceeding my place and my station,

I leap to my feet in elation.

This limerick's dirt,

But I'll give you my shirt

If it isn't my greatest creation!

 

“I Love You”

When his outrageous parents

Were not down and praying,

They beat him with a belt

And used their tongues for flaying.

Until when he was grown,

Middle aged to greying,

He could not say, “I love you” -

The only words worth saying.

11-27-13