Nov18
Tag Archives: Poetry
Nov18
Thanksgiving – Round One
Christmas is still fairly far away,
Yet Sam and I are getting our jollies.
Even as Thanksgiving Dinner looms,
We are eating homemade tamales!
11/118/2018
Nov4
A Quiet Halloween
There were no trick-or-treaters,
We felt forsaken and forlorn.
Then from above the night was saved,
By the one and only angel unicorn.
11/04/2018
Nov4
It’s Tortilla!
A wet, cold rainy Sunday,
Sammy fears she’ll catch the croup.
So we are snuggled down in bed,
Waiting on the crock-pot soup!
11/04/2018
Nov3
You Might Feel a Pinch
Sometimes I need the restroom,
And Sammy thinks I am mad at her.
She says I wouldn’t have to move,
If I simply got a catheter.
11/03/2018
Nov3
I Yam
I am not the man I was,
Nor am I the man I will be.
So I guess I have to settle,
For being the man that is me.
11/03/2018
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