I love to ponder the daffodils,
And filling coconuts with limes.
But this having to work every single day,
Is interfering with my rhymes!
The day is fast approaching,
Thought I’d scream and shout.
Instead it seems, I’m slightly sad
That my son is moving out!
When drinking, one should really know better,
You’re all alone, feeling like nothing belongs.
That you shouldn’t be up until 3 AM,
Listening to albums of very sad songs.
Anger, depression, misery and cruelty,
We’ve had all we can take of that.
Wouldn’t life be much more pleasant,
If everyone behaved like a cat?
Writing poems is something I do,
Mostly for fun, sometimes therapeutic,
But dang, it is hard to be original,
While listening to country music…