Fresh Direct
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I used to sleep
With pen and paper on my nighttime table.
Nowadays, my iPad tablet rests upon my chest,
Not only does it keep me warn,
It takes my poems from within, Fresh Direct,^
Edits, credits, and delivers them to your door,
While I'm still sleeping.
Which is why they come at all hours.
It is also why they call them,
Love's Labour's Lost saving devices.
Refill
My woman, my number one fan,
Grabs her pillow, mashes her face
Into my iPad warmed chest,
Without asking permission,
Thus fulfilling her mission critical.
Restoring the balance, refilling the tank
With high octane mystical, thru skin umbilical,
A first edition of the day blended mix named,
All's Well That Ends Well.
7:45 am
July 14th, 2013
^www.freshdirect.com/
Online grocer providing high quality fresh foods and popular grocery and household items at incredible prices delivered to your door in the New York area.
Tho I have lived centuries, long and well,
Have no fear, in prior life, my name did not complete with speare.
But t'is not the first time I fiddled and diddled old *****'s work,
When they called me Nahum Tate, I usurped his tragedies,
Pre-HP, I was one of England's Laureate Dunces.
If thee be of faith little, truths here be spoke,
For it was then David's Psalm 57 I refreshed:
O God, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent,
its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart my voice I'll raise
to thee, my God, in songs of praise.
Awake, my glory, harp and lute,
no longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
will with the early dawn awake.