No Dice

Yankees couldn’t pull it off
Although, of course, they tried.
It may take time until our
Disappointment will subside.

The Tigers played a better game;
Their pitching reigned supreme.
Yet watching all those chances blown
Just made me want to scream.

If A-Rod only got a hit
One time, with bases loaded,
The fans, at home and in the stands,
Would likely have exploded.

We would have felt amazing joy
And pride and downright glee;
Unfortunately, this time ‘round
That end was not to be.

Oh well – next year we’ll try again.
Our loyalty runs deep;
But meantime, we can all catch up
On some much-needed sleep!

Tempted

Each of us gets tempted
By the things we shouldn’t do.
Judgment gets pre-empted
As excuses we construe.

Dieters give in and claim
Just one bite wouldn’t hurt.
People in relationships think
It’s okay to flirt.

Sometimes we are lured into
Temptations so enticing
That we convince ourselves
We’re worthy of both cake and icing.

Spending what we can’t afford
Or volunteering time;
Starting up a mountain that
We know we cannot climb.

It’s easy to get sucked into
Temptation’s sticky web.
So many foolishly expect
To have desire ebb.

But always things will tantalize
And no one is exempted;
It’s our decision to be made
Each time that we are tempted.

A Reading

I went to hear a writer read
And boy, was I surprised!
The attendance was quite sparse, despite
It being publicized.

I love her writing, read her books
And it was so exciting
To see her in the flesh and listen
As she read her writing.

She answered several questions then
Prepared to sign her latest.
I didn’t stay, although this book
Is probably her greatest.

‘Cause even though I am a fan,
The library is where
I find the books I curl up with
On sofa, bed or chair.

I feel a little twinge of guilt;
I cannot quite deny it.
The author’s reading of her book
Was just to make us buy it.

But still, I made it to the store
To show some fan support.
I did what I could do, and yet
I feel I came up short.

Driving in Jidda

A Saudi woman in a car
Was guilty – just for driving!
It didn’t matter much if she’d
Been leaving or arriving.

Her sentence was ten lashes,
I’m assuming with a whip;
The punishment was quite severe
For such a local trip.

The Saudi king quite recently
Said women now can vote
And run for public office,
Which should really rock the boat.

But in a car, behind the wheel,
A female’s not allowed.
The lashes are a crude attempt
To keep their women bowed.

I wish that women everywhere
Could just drop everything,
Get in their cars, accelerate,
And plow into that king!

Mammogram

That mammogram! That mammogram!
I do not like that mammogram!

Would you like it on a couch?
I think that I would still say ouch!
Would you like it with champagne?
I think that I would still complain.

I do not like that mammogram.
I’d rather eat green eggs and ham.


Would you like it with no squeeze?
I think I’d still be ill at ease.
Would you like it fully dressed?
That I think would be the best.

That mammogram! That mammogram!
I do not like that mammogram!
What, then, would you most prefer?
Maybe others would concur.

If I could have a cute masseuse
Who sounded just like Dr. Seuss,
Perhaps that yearly mammogram
Would not be such a cruel exam.

Then I would like it on a couch
And wouldn’t act like such a grouch;
And I would like it with champagne,
Ignoring that annoying pain.

I would enjoy my mammogram.
I’d be as happy as a clam;
But ‘til that time, I will protest
Each time that tech does squish my breast!

Up-To-Date

My TV isn't flat-screen,
Yet still I watch my shows;
And most of them are nothing great,
As everybody knows.

My oven's from the 50's.
I light it with a match;
Yet it's turned out some lovely cakes
I've made, and all from scratch.

I wash my dishes in the sink
And dry them in the drain.
Unless I have a crowd to feed,
I really don't complain.

It doesn't make you happier
If you are up-to-date,
Although the younger generation
Cannot quite relate.

But I'm content, if things still work,
To stick with what I know.
To be a part of "modern" life,
I've got a ways to go!

Rain

If we complain
About the rain,
There really isn't
Much to gain.


It may be driving
Us insane
And seem to be
A royal pain,


Yet somewhere deep
Within the brain,
We know it's really
Not a bane.


So let us feign
Some joy from rain.
Complaining leaves
A nasty stain.


If we contain
Our pure disdain,
Perhaps these showers
May just wane.