Lazing about on a cool, crisp morn,
Gazing at skies of azure blue.
A cool breeze stirs and disturbs my dream,
I don’t want to go to work, would you?
08/18/2017
Aug18
Tag Archives: Poetry
Aug11
Swinging and Swaying
Gyrating like “Elvis the Pelvis” on stage,
Doing my famous Happy Friday Dance.
Don’t you wish you could be here watching,
Because I’m not wearing any pants!
08/11/2017
Aug4
Gas in the Tank
The day is going to be a difficult one,
It requires the kind of energy that will last.
To ensure my endurance is up to snuff,
I’ll have tacos with hot sauce for my breakfast!
08/04/2017
Jul28
Winter in Manitoba (5 AM)
Their puppy woke me up for his nature’s call,
Outside a passing bus slowed down to stare,
Not at the pretty puppy, but most likely at me,
Dressed in only snow boots and underwear…
07/28/2017
Jul21
First World Problems
They come in droves from far and wide,
Outfitted in spandex, leather and chiffon.
Yet the greatest challenge they face this week,
Is standing in lines at Comic-Con…
07/21/2017
Jul14
Taking What They’re Giving
It makes Sammy sad when I have to go to work,
She rubs against my legs and flops down on the floor.
And just when I think she couldn’t possibly be more cute,
She turns it up, even cuter and blocking the door.
07/14/2017
Jul7
