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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”
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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