Friday, October 31, 2014

Vampire Etiquette

Vampires in the movies
Seem to very neatly suck.
If blood is to be seen, it’s on
The necks of those they’ve struck.

Yet every costumed Dracula
Has “blood” dripped on his face,
A situation vampires would
Perceive as a disgrace.

Tonight, as the undead come out
To honor Halloween,
Observe their faces – not a one
Will be blood-free and clean!

Thursday, October 30, 2014

The World Serious

The Giants won the Series;
I didn’t really care.
The team I root for (Yankees)
This year didn’t make it there.

But always this reminds me
When my son was very young,
He referred to this finale
With a kid’s slip of the tongue.

He called it “The World Serious,”
Not meaning to be slick;
With all the hype surrounding it,
We’ve let that label stick.

And so we watched the Royals lose
Despite a rousing fight.
They sure looked serious to me,
The proof my son was right!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

The Driver of the Bus

The driver of the bus (like in the song)
Was urging folks to move along.

He called, “Hey Cellphone in your ear –
Move it, buddy, to the rear!”

He nailed two women – “Move on back!”
I thought they’d have a heart attack.

There’s nothing like a little shame
To force the scofflaws to the game.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Nomenclature

Every single person
Is a daughter or a son.
That’s the way we enter
When our lives have just begun.

Some of us are sisters, brothers,
Cousins, uncles, aunts,
But we have no control of that –
It’s purely circumstance.

Other titles we select –
As husband or as wife
And dad or mom if sperm and egg
Create a brand-new life.

But once again, from that point on
We do not have a voice,
For if our children wed
Or procreate, it’s not our choice.

Yet those who in the Nana/Grandpa
Area have scored
Know factors out of our control
Have granted this reward.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Storybook Moon

If someone told you, “Draw the moon
And try to get it right,”
The picture you’d depict would be
What’s hanging there tonight…

The perfect crescent, all a’glow,
Like in a storybook
And it looked less like it was real
With every glance I took.

There aren’t many nights like this
When it is opportune
To behold that classic sliver
Of a fairy tale-type moon.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Africa

I've never been to Africa
But at the Urgent Care,
They questioned every patient
To find out who'd traveled there.

I understand their caution
For Ebola's got folks scared,
Although the hospitals all say
That they are well-prepared.

I've never been to Africa
But there's one thing I know - 
When I plan my next vacation,
That is not where I will go.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Floater

My eye produced a floater
And although it felt quite weird,
It wasn’t quite as dangerous
As I, at first, had feared.

The vitreous inside the eye
(A jelly-seeming goop)
Becomes, as we grow older,
Less like Jello, more like soup.

Then little teeny fibers
Clump together in your eye,
Casting shadows on the retina
As they go drifting by.

A floater’s shape can vary
So it’s no surprise that mine
Resembled, like a pencil stroke,
A skinny curvy line.

It danced across my vision
From the left side to the right,
Interfering with my reading
And imbuing me with fright.

Though the doctor called it normal,
For it happens as we age,
I don’t need a new reminder
That I’m at that later stage.