The first bird (bard?) of the morn
I peeped into the salon.

Are you ready mate? I queried.

His eyes were ashes of night
and I doubted his mood.

I should be, he said
your hair is my livelihood.

Make it short I said
top bottom and the sides
and his scissors was Beethoven
soothingly rising and falling
making the sweetest sound
celebrating martyrdom of my hairs
resignedly falling on the ground.

But too soon it was over
and he held the mirror.

Wouldn't a little shorter be fine?

Nope, he smiled
considering your hairline
further recession would be a disaster.

I paid him buying his logic
and like a symphony
skimmed the air merrily.

Sat down with
My date Ben
It was the full moon
We ate with   
His friend Jerry
I brought along
My spoon

They were both
So engaging
They really brought
A smile
I had the
Americone Dream!
We chatted for a while

We'd gone out for
Sea food...
But the place was closed
So we had some
Phish food
Ben nearly proposed!

We got back to
My apartment
To watch some late TV
I put on
The Tonight Dough
We were happy
As can be!

Upon finding out
Ben & Jerry
Liked "The Dead"
I put on Cherry Garcia
That tune stuck
In my head!

Yup! It was a hot date!
I loosened up my belt
After a few minutes
I could see
Both of those guys melt!

But they were just
Half Baked
They ran out on me!
Now I'm just a
Chunky Monkey

As lonely as can be!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017

Every morning when I am making tea,
I wish most fervently,
To become an electric KETTLE.

It most certainly won't  matter to me,
I'll accept it most gracefully,
Be I of ceramic or METAL.

For one moment I'm dancing with glee,
The next sobbing most piteously,
These wretched hormones don't SETTLE.

Once I whistled so daintily,
Now I  breathe so monstrously,
No longer a rose PETAL.

I may boil, then boil most furiously,
Then click off automatically,
Before I sting like NETTLE.

Splutter, bubble, gurgling I be,
Then cool and calm..so peacefully ,
There I ..in fine FETTLE!

Dig a quarter acre pond , keep it filled with clean , aerated water
and small fish will appear on their own before three summers have passed , I kid you not* ....

The clowns are jumping out on folk
and their leader is running for president
just look at that hair style!