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“Oh, Monday”

Oh, Monday.

Oooh, Monday.

Oooh, Moonday.

Oooh, Moanday.

You come and you slay me.

Sunday is not done,

Not gone with the setting sun,

But there you are once more

Scavenging at my door.

A beggar with a broken smile.

You promise to be for only a while,

But your 24-hours pass

As if the sands stuck in the hourglass.

Oh, Monday.

Oooh, Monday.

Oooh, Moonday.

Oooh, Moanday.

You come and you play me.

I fall for your tattered lines.

I hope ruthlessly for the sublime.

But, Moanday, you are there,

A rumbled love I no longer share.

You once held such promise,

But now you are always upon us.

Hanging low over the weekend,

Always about to offend.

Oh, Monday.

Ooh, oooh, sad Monday.

I go to bed and sigh

As I wave the weekend goodbye.

Ooh, oooh, Moonday.

Ooh, oooh, Moanday.

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“Hey”

Ad on Facebook prompted this off the cuff, tongue in cheek haiku.

Hey

Hey, girls write first. /

If I knew where to find them, /

I wouldn’t say a word.

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“Pause to Consider”

Pause to consider

The Doctor and Mrs. Brain

Found a brain they couldn’t contain.

They named it Abby Normal

And tried to teach it manners formal,

But Abby would have none of it,

Shunned even the slight little bits

Of social manners and decorum.

Opting instead for the ugly forum.

One night Abby escaped.

Some say she ran to the cape

Or somewhere where she could hide

A place to display her pathological stride.

Now she attempts the rule the US

A tyrant ranting more and less

Throwing out decrees

Molesting as she please

Though none would ever believe

That the ugliness they perceive

From the man in the Oval Office

Has a brain full of Abby’s puss.

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“Tall tale”

Tall tale

The gravedigger says, /

As his needling wife’s unearthed, /

“It’s all a big yarn.”

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“Oh, Geezerdom”

Oh, Geezerdom

Oh, geezerdom; oh, geezerdom,

When will the angels come?

Will the come in a van

Like a Wal-Mart clan.

Playing games in the parking lot

With the souls they have got?

Or will they come in a box

A mix that Betty Crocker talks

You through how to bake

Take the ingredients and shake

Them all together to make

Food for the angels’ sakes?

Oh, geezerdom; oh, geezerdom

When will the angels come?

I’m not sure that I know

If I’m yet ready to go

To rise fast of sink slow

To wherever the afterlife might exist.

Am I on the heavenly list?

Am I an ingredient

In a cake expedient

To be lifted to heaven to come

Or left as parking lot crumbs.

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“In a slump”

In a slump

My bowels had been in a slump.

Now, I so needed to take a dump.

I ran to the nearest men’s room

Only to face dread and certain doom.

A sign I saw posted there

Made its sole declare:

“Closed for a private event. Our apologies.”

Now, now, how could this event be?

When be an event rumbling in me.

Rumbling to manifest itself

Soon in my light pants’ shelf.

I cried to the heavenly powers.

How could this be as this desperate hour?

My flight leaves in a just a short bit.

I had just enough time to give a sh–.

Now I hop like a bunny at Easter

A turd egg stuck suspended up in my keister.

And if I didn’t lay it soon.

I’d be stuck here until well past noon.

By then my flight would be in the air

And my dark egg settled in my underwear.

With my urgency driving me blind

I decided to rush past the sign.

What’s the worst they could do?

If you only I knew, only I knew….

To this day, I am still struck dumb.

The words are there, but won’t come.

The sight was beyond comprehension

I no longer had to lay a declension.

I pivoted and ran away.

And still to this very day.

I can’t enter an airport commode

Even if my nether did explode.

I curl into a fetal position

And accept my painful condition

Or I camp in the airplane restroom

As I feel the plane go zoom, zoom.

The rumbling of the engine’s roar

Gently nudges my bowls to explore.

Soon over the Great Divide

My waste is allowed to glide.

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Photo finish Friday: “Ahead”

Ahead

The two-way nympho: /

who beheaded the woman?

is she one-way now?

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Photo finish Friday: “March Moon”

March Moon

March morning Moon

slips away from full too soon,

fades in sunlight’s boon.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Age”

Age

Age is a crap shoot. /

Some days, the royal flush. /

Other days, flushed out.

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“Fainting tree”

Fainting tree

Oh, those fainting Christmas trees.

They are a sight to see,

Can’t be left alone, can’t be.

You went to spread some cheer,

So let me be clear,

It wasn’t me here,

It was the cat.

Like the serpent in the tree,

She tempted me

And now you see

Where we’re at.

She challenged me,

Said I couldn’t be free,

That there would be

No Christmas present for me

Unless I ran around the tree

And that’s when it went ker-splat.

It fainted dead away.

I don’t know what to say.

It fainted that way.

The power cord’s now frayed.

Yes, it happened today.

I blame the cat.

Yes, sparks flew,

There was a spark or two,

Arcing a translucent blue,

Singed the cat through and through.

No, I don’t know where she’s at.

So, those fainting Christmas trees,

Looks like they just can’t be

Left unattended, you see.

I think we can right the tree,

Set it up to be

Fully faint free

With no cat calamity

Without the cat.

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