There once was a writer of satire,
Who feared his profession would soon expire.
No matter what he would write
Reality very soon made it trite,
Or worse, make it something to desire.
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Photo finish Friday: “Go left at the fork”
Go left at the fork.
Go right at the spoon.
Go under the knife
And jump over the moon.
The banana split
During its salad days.
It was easy as pie
To cake walk away.
He’s such a dish.
She’s gone to pot.
They’re in a stew
That’s boiling hot.
His goose is cook.
Her mind is fried.
Don’t butter them up,
They’re raw inside.
If you egg her on
The yoke’s on you.
She’s no apple of your eye
By the time she’s through.
The tables will be turned.
The empty will satiate
As you’re rounding third
And trying to steal home plate.
Life is a pickle,
This you can’t deny.
It’s the pot or frying pan
No mater how hard you try.
You can stir up a frenzy.
You can sift through the rubble.
The ingredients are there
To pickle all your troubles.
When things are ajar
And you feel in a jam
Just remember life will gel
If you don’t act the ham.
Go left at the fork.
Go right at the spoon.
Go under the knife.
Do your dishes soon.
–David E. Booker
Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Morning Glory”
Morning glory
Morning glory, what’s /
your story as August leaves? /
Frost whispers your name.
Haiku to you Thursday: “This Day”
This day
Part of the morning. /
Thoughts of another’s life. /
His moment or mine?
Haiku to you Thursday: “Drops”
Dew drops and rain drops /
And tears falling from my eyes /
Renewal and pain.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Tapioca and Toothpicks”
Some days are toothpicks. /
Some days are tapioca. /
Some days they collide.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from St. Paul”
There once was a writer from St. Paul
Who could only write well in the fall.
With the leaves off the trees
She saw her neighbors with ease.
And then she could record it all.
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “See me”
My beauty is now /
In this moment, at this place. /
See me; see yourself.
.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Never ending”
You can have it all. /
Except not at the same time. /
The truth never ends.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Maine”
There once was a writer from Maine
Whom everybody thought was insane.
He wrote big books on evil
and owned pet boll weevil.
No one could cotton to him or complain.
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