You’ll never believe this,
But truth
you are owed –
This morning
I noticed
A fork in the
road.
Well,
technically, just
The top half
of a fork,
Yet still a
strange sight
On a street
in New York.
‘Twas made
of white plastic,
Quite easy
to break it.
Since I
couldn’t use it,
I chose not
to take it.
They’re taking down that blasted name – Hurrah, hurrah!
That only
J.F.K. should claim – Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let’s hear
it for that gutsy judge
To order
removal of that smudge.
Maybe things
will start to crumble and crack,
Helping life
to go back…
Boom boom
boom boom, boom boom boom boom
We’d need
ten billion ants to march – Hurrah, hurrah!
To scale
that planned horrendous arch – Hurrah, hurrah!
The public hates
it; so do I
And even Abe
Lincoln is heaving a sigh.
Maybe Dems
will block it.
We do not
need such a sham to proceed…
Boom boom
boom boom, boom boom boom boom
And next the
ballroom should be stopped – Hurrah, hurrah!
The funding
from the Feds has flopped – Hurrah, hurrah!
The private
donors, in cahoots,
Will chip in
as they lick his boots
And the gilt
will glisten,
Losing us class
when the guests will amass…
Boom boom
boom boom, boom boom boom boom
The bottom
line is we are stuck – Hurrah, hurrah!
With a
person in charge who’s run amok – Hurrah, hurrah!
And my
fingers are crossed that his would-be crown
Will, along
with his name, soon be taken down
And we’ll
march and cheer and
Fill every
street to applaud his defeat…
Boom boom
boom boom, boom boom boom boom
The sun feels good;
It warms my skin
And gets me ready
To begin
To write some lines
Of rhyming verse.
I’m tired, but
It could be worse.
I’m at the age
When things slow down.
My hair is white;
It once was brown.
The years have flown
And my career
Is over now,
But I’m still here.
I’m lucky that
I’m not alone.
I see some loved ones
Or we phone.
My waning phase
I know’s begun,
Yet I’m at peace
Out in the sun.
On the bus we heard a thwack;
The driver
kept on going.
I couldn’t
really see out back,
But soon,
the bus was slowing.
The driver
stopped and went to check.
A vehicle,
parked double,
Had had his
mirror hit the deck;
Our ride
could be in trouble.
One woman
left the bus and yet,
The rest of
us just waited.
No one began
to moan or fret,
Our outcome
not debated.
A minute
passed and he returned
And shrugged,
“That car skedaddled.”
If there’s a
lesson to be learned:
New Yorkers
don’t get rattled.
Today’s my sister’s birthday.
We are 16
years apart
And very
different, even if
We’d had a
matching start.
There are 2
brothers in between;
Our family had
been 5
For 10 years
plus, before my sister
Even was alive.
And yet her
smile gives her away –
It’s
something we all share
And when we
get together
There is laughter
in the air.
Our tastes
in many things don’t mesh –
In music,
travel, food
And how we
look – my hair’s gone white;
She’s blond
and she’s tattooed.
She loves
the heat and I do not;
We live in
different climes.
She’s quite
the chef and I don’t cook;
I spend my
time on rhymes.
So on her
birthday, I reflect
On traits we
each can claim,
Though we both
began our lives by sharing
Parents and
a name.
A big fat groundhog crossed the road,
While waddling, quite fast.
I watched him in surprise
At so much speed as he ran past.
Perhaps he found me threatening
Although I never knew
A person who’d attempted
To cook up some groundhog stew.
Still, every creature’s instincts
Will kick in when danger’s nigh
And even big fat groundhogs
Waddle quickly to get by.
The birds are a’twitter;
The leaves are a’flutter.
Some early moths flitter
And I am in utter
Contentment while sitting,
Absorbing the quiet,
Which seems only fitting
Since noise is my diet.
I live in the city
With traffic and sirens.
Some think it’s a pity
To have those environs,
Yet mostly I love it -
The hustle and bustle.
I hover above it,
Ignoring the tussle.
Though once in a while,
The country will beckon
And I’ll change my style
To rural, I reckon…
Until I start craving
That urban alluring.
Then I’ll go back, braving
That citified roaring.
