A Special Man


A Letter to Three Wives
A Letter to Three Wives (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

A Special Man

 

 

 

None of his wives

 

Could live with him

 

But they couldn’t live without.

 

After work he would

 

Sit in his chair

 

Like a king on his throne

 

And his current wife would scurry about

 

Taking care of his needs.

 

Each claimed he was a special man,

 

But they weren’t slaves.

 

At his funeral his four ex-wives

 

(And his widow)

 

Showed up broken-hearted.

 

All loved and spoke highly of him.

 

But, if their words were true,

 

Which one poisoned him?

 

Which one loved him so much

 

She couldn’t share?

 

Who felt pain enough to break free?

 

One of them broke the spell

 

Because none of them

 

Could live with him

 

But they couldn’t live without.

 

 

 

 

 

Lucky Indeed


Is it Your Lucky Day
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Lucky Indeed

 

I thought I was a hammer made of steel,

 

But she softened my heart and made me feel,

 

I was a restless knight riding a spirited steed,

 

But she quenched my fires and fulfilled my needs.

 

 

 

Gentle as the mist drifting in from the sea,

 

Uncontrollable as a flooding river, she’s wild and free,

 

Cleansing as the rain, freefalling from the sky,

 

She’s constantly changing; I’m a lucky guy.

 

 

 

Warm as the sunshine splashing across the land,

 

Teasing with kisses, the kind I understand,

 

Calm even in a storm, helping those in need,

 

She’s right there beside me; I’m lucky indeed.

 

 

 

Straight as a road that guides me on my way,

 

She is the love I’ve been seeking until today,

 

Bringing a fire that rages deep inside,

 

I am a lucky man and very satisfied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Garden of Diminishing Returns


 

chart of peter camejo's diminishing electoral ...
chart of peter camejo’s diminishing electoral returns (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

There were cantaloupes, squash, tomatoes galore,

 

Green beans, watermelons, green peppers and more,

 

Growing fast, trying to crawl out of sight,

 

I thought I could hear the garden growing at night,

 

But in the mornings when I checked the plants,

 

The vegetables were half eaten and covered with ants,

 

No matter what I tried or wherever I turned,

 

The results were the same—-diminishing returns!

 

I sat out in my chair with my dog on the lawn,

 

Hoping to see some critters, I’d wait until dawn,

 

Ground squirrels were scurrying, rabbits came dancing,

 

Cicadas were chirping, deer were prancing,

 

Everywhere I looked there was some kind of motion,

 

The garden was alive with activity and commotion,

 

Chomping new flowers and munching new shoots,

 

They were all dressed up in their evening suits,

 

There was a call to order and they all sat down,

 

The biggest rabbit was worried, I could tell by his frown,

 

“We’ve got to control our classes at school,

 

There’s been multiplication against the rule,

 

Deer have been entering and then going out,

 

I’m not sure what’s that all about,

 

And the squirrels have been going nuts,

 

So there you have it, no ifs, ands, or buts,

 

We’ll have to move on and find new grounds,

 

This garden will be tagged as “out of bounds”,

 

But if we destroy too much we’ll soon learn,

 

One small garden yields diminishing returns,”

 

They thumped out a vote and gave him a hand,

 

It was clear they agreed with his conservative stand,

 

The majority was liberal enough to see,

 

If they harvested carefully there’d be enough for me,

 

I did my share, toiled all my life,

 

Built up my security without any strife,

 

I planted, watered, and tended to more than enough,

 

I thought if they wanted, they could help me with stuff,

 

I explained to them I still have lots to learn,

 

But I don’t like the idea of diminishing returns.

 

 

 

 

 

Angry Birds


Yolk
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For over a year,

There’s been increasing fear,

Birds against pigs,

Has made it big,

The birds’ survival is at stake,

And there’s a choice to make,

Revenge and lay waste,

Or just watch the pigs taste,

The eggs of the birds curious,

Oh, but that makes them furious,

An update on the continuing war,

“We won’t take it anymore,”

Quote the Angry Birds,

With their fast and furious words,

“Our nest has been violated,

The eggs were taken out,

I didn’t see a pig steal them,

But on one’s snout,

I saw part of an egg yolk,

Smeared on his face,

Even though he thought,

He left no trace,

Now we’re angry birds,

Taking flight,

With a little help,

They’ll see our might.”

If you’re opposed to war,

Choose to hear or see no more,

But if you can relate,

There’s already a new update,

They’re on Twitter and Facebook,

And iTunes if you look,

The birds are here and over there,

I think they’ll soon be everywhere.

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