Their love surprised,
They were forced to separate,
Their hearts wept as if to suppurate.
Resigned to be suspended
In a state of suffering.
But knowing it’s temporary was sufficient
To help them survive
Because their souls know the silence
Does not mean they are still,
For their love will always be here to stay.
Galen the glutton
Scarfed up everyone’s mutton,
Popped off his button
Caused quite a big squirt;
He won’t be having dessert,
Six feet under dirt.
Filter the mind from chaos;
They keep us going.
What went up quickly, now stays down mostly.
In years past every weekend
Was wearing the latest trend.
Now it’s reading through the daily
To see who’s who in the obituary.
Shopping used to be for the frivolous,
Fun, fabulous, and more,
Now it’s become problematic,
To even find a ride to the store.
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe,
Catch the devil on my toe,
Should we stay, or should we go?
Where I point will be our destiny,
A place for us to spend eternity.
Let me serve you a deliciously deadly meal,
So we can rest together for real.
I’ll put on a red flannel teddy,
After supper, we’ll go to beddie,
And go with the flow and just be ready . . .
Been taking long breaks,
Enjoying myself too much.
Back to writing soon.
I’m dreaming of a big Christmas dinner,
One that would make me feel like a sinner,
With my mouth stuffed with turkey and ham,
Mashed potatoes and salad, but hold the Spam . . .
I’m dreaming of a generous, pricey present,
One that would flatter me for how much you spent,
With my Christmas stocking bulging,
Oh, thank you for being so indulging . . .
I’m dreaming of a beautiful Christmas tree,
One that would inspire me to sing with glee,
Under would be gifts full of glitter,
So many to brag about on twitter . . .
Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas! Season’s Greetings!
Keep on dreaming . . .
Hide well that tonic and gin,
Aim your toenail clippings into the bin;
Just another Monday mourning,
Before the day’s over, I’ll be snoring.