All the Well Ordered Books

All the Well Ordered Books.

All the well ordered books

behave themselves just like chooks

leaping down with squawk and cluck

and soon begin to run amuck

scrambling around from door to door

for crumbs of knowledge upon the floor

The Catastrophist

You better watch yourself.
 
You’re becoming a catastrophist.
 
That bbq pack in the backseat, for instance,
is not going to wreck the suspension.
Cars were designed to carry weight.
 
And , no, no one’s going to break in and steal it
when you duck in for a coffee and cake.
 
And as for that brandy and dry offered just before dinner
it’s not going to play havoc with your digestive system
if you have it before your standard glass of red.
 
It’s a cold day. Loosen up for f*&&^% ‘s sake.
You’re driving everyone batty.

*pic courtesy of pinterest

Thursdays

It’s such a relief for me, Thursdays.

It’s the only day I don’t shave.

It’s my let-it-all-hang-out day.

My slob day.

I wash but don’t shave.

I wear casual, loose fitting, clean.

I eat that extra slice of cake.

I don’t do gym, exercise.

I may break into a walk now and then,

but that’s it.

It’s Thursday.

Sometimes I wish every day was Thursday

but I keep that thought in check.

Didn’t God rest one day a week?

Mine’s Thursday.

Is this even a poem or a bunch of thoughts?

On any other day it wouldn’t pass muster.

But it’s Thursday, remember?

*have you got a favorite day?

the little man with the trapezoid head

can you see the little man in the middle

with the trapezoid head?

he wrote a poem:

‘I’m a little confused. My head is wonky

like a shopping cart with wobbly wheels.

I wave my arms all about

& my feet have runaway heels

If people play hopscotch on these lines

they’re going to have a crazy time.’

 

I’ve Had It Up To Here

I’ve had it up to here with Covid-19

I wash my hands and clean, clean, clean.

I’m scared of closeness.. Keep your distance, I say

and if someone gets too close, I run away.

Whatever you do, don’t cough, sputter or sneeze

anywhere near me, and, NO! do not wheeze.

I’m a bundle of nerves, all jangled and taut

and am scared of seeing anyone when I go for a walk.

If I self isolate anymore than I do

I’ll become lonely as an animal caged in a zoo.

So open up the stadiums, liberate the pubs.

I’m going a little crazy, rub-a-dub dub.