EAT THE FUDGE… a silly poem

chocolate cake on white ceramic plate

If I had only let go

When the anger began

There’d have been no turmoil

But pride ruled this man

Overcoming adversity

Was always taught to me

Yet, I let my guard down

And the darkness broke free

Now I sit in this cell

Awaiting the judge

I said I was sorry

I should have eaten the fudge

MY MUSE… a poem

green-leafed plant

Muse, oh muse

Where have you gone?

You’ve taken my poetry,

and you’ve taken my song.

We use to be close

In love every day

But in the blink of an eye

You just went away.

I hope that you come back

To me with a smile.

And say, “Hello baby!

It’s been quite a while!”

And I hope you bring with you

Poetry of love

Of humor and drama

And inspiration from above.

But until you return

I will still miss you so.

My fingers are ready

When you’re ready to go!

ROCK BOTTOM… a very short story

And then I hit rock bottom… I thought to myself, if not aloud, “This is it! I’m all washed up and literally on rock bottom. Things in life cannot get any worse! All the work… all my life… and now, rock bottom. I guess that’s it! Nothing to do but… Ooo, that’s cool! It kind of looks like a fossil or something! I wonder if there are anymore around here. There’s another one! Wow! Who knew rock bottom could hold so much promise? Huh!”

The End

ANTS… a silly song

Nobody sings

The dirges of ants

They tunnel and drill

And dance in your pants

Anthill, Forest, Nature, Trail, Ants

Hilltops, their home

High above grass

As the lawnmower strikes

They’ll come after you’re a$$

Lawn Mower, Lawn, Grass, Palm Trees

Oh, you won’t hear them coming

For stealthy they be

But friend, take this warning

Their welts are for free

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THE KISS… a poem

I felt the kiss

And was immediately warmed

Such a sensation

The bond was soon formed

Not to forget, no

Not anytime soon

As this sunburn I sport

Hurts like a son-of-a-@#$*&

white and blue cloudy sky

THE FOOL… a silly poem

At breakneck speed

He rounded that curve

Slinging up dust

Some cursing was heard

~~~

Faster and faster

Did his tennis shoes tread

Don’t you dare slow down

Or you will end up dead

~~~

With broom in hand

She pursued his sorry soul

Caught him kissing on her sister

Now to the ground he’s gonna roll

~~~

Her parents tried to tell her

That he wasn’t worth her time

Hindsight’s 20/20

When they cross that line

~~~

But something’s got to give

Before this day is through

I wouldn’t want to be him

When she catches that fool

man running along seashore during golden hour

Where?

Question Mark, Question, Response

I have searched high!

I have searched low!

I have looked everywhere…

Where did it go?

Have you seen my sanity?

The Whimsical Ways of a Wondering Weasel

The whimsical ways of a wondering weasel

Have perplexed all those who know him

His indifference abounds

As he runs all around

In the forest

Where parents abhor him

white and brown long-fur animal

But the lace-ladened lady

Who visits these woods

Believes that his antics are awesome

From that which is pure

A lighthearted cure

For the rest who refuse to blossom

white and gray weasel

So, if in the woods of magical beings

Where clear eyes can see what’s before them

Praise Him high above

For sharing His love

Through a creature

Who we know adores Him

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