So tired of all the jabber, jibber jabber!
My ears are getting sore from being bent!
Mere figureheads consuming precious air time
Jibber jabber, jabber jibber, jibber jabber!
Ugh! Ugh! Sorry. Let's get on with the poetry.
Sorry `bout "the vent."
Roll on down to the local deli.
While you're there, please
spot me one cotta-salami-pastrami-bologna on rye.
Say, yo, some bank president from `Frisco claims
he saw a yeti down in Barstow.
Ugh! It's been years since I could even
afford such a hallucination!
Ugh! Some folks slice themselves far too great
a piece of our domestic pie!
(There you go with the politics again. What'd I tell you?)
*Ugh! Sorry.*
Two summers down in island home.
Think that'd be a right fine trial period.
What about you?
Summer, spring, fall-
Shucks, I bet we'd even dig the winters.
Threats of hurricane, blue wind from north way,
rust-colored marshes, ummmmmmmm
"Where there's a will, there's a way."
"This to shall pass"
"Que sara, sara"
You know, and all such garbage.
Think I'll file this thought
away for future consideration and
I believe I'll have a chocolate shake
with my custom sandwich.
What about you?
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