Thanksgiving poems are predictable,

Turkey, stuffing and gravy driblets.

Yet I find it quite despicable,

No one sings the praise of giblets.

11/26/2017

Lost my rhythm,

Lost my rhyme,

I’ve also lost,

All sense of time!

11/26/2017

Frantic music throbs deep into the night,

We’re praying to the gods, below and above.

Life is meaningless except for the dance,

Tonight please, please let me find love…

11/20/2017

Sammy and Daddy,

Sleeping on the bed.

Laying so still,

You’d think they were dead.

Yet they’re instantly alert,

At the very slightest sound.

Ain’t gonna get caught

By no sneaky old hound.

11/19/2017

The Christmas bells are ringing!

Groovy way to make a living.

Yes, my kitchen’s really swinging,

Making Sammy’s and my Thanksgiving.

11/17/17

Writing reviews of restaurants,

A shrinking supply of bon mots.

How will I describe this tasty dish,

Of divinely presented tater tots?

11/17/17

Sammy walked into the kitchen,

Looked up and told me “Mao.”

Would truly like to help her,

But I really don’t know how!

11/15/2017

Halloween has come and gone,

Spent the holiday dating a witch.

We never left her house because,

She made an excellent sammich!

11/10/2017

I wandered about the countryside,

Till no longer could I roam.

Returning to my domicile, I learned

Sammy was so happy I came home.

11/10/2017

102 degrees in Los Angeles today,

Heat’s got me twisted like a double helix.

Living by the ocean should be sweet and cool,

But it feels like I’ve just moved to Phoenix!

10/24/2017