I have always seen the world on a.... tilt.
A little off kilter, as if spilt.
Where some see a dozen rose's glory before they wilt
I see a lover's unforgiven guilt.

They may see a cemetary sad and forlorn.
I see a peacefulness that I mourn.
Some look upon the homeless with scorn.
I can see their potential unborn.

Many folks see the city as a gilded flower.
All I can see is smog and rush hours.
Where some cower from the thundershower.
I stand within it, feeling power.

For folks who say they always get the raw deals.
I see it they never learned to yield
Some women want their man to be made of steel.
I love my man, as he is, because he kneels.

My Mother's shining love
when she tended to her roses
and her children.
Nurturing both to grow strong.
To look upon the world with beauty,
to always give love back.

It started out as a serious matter.
But, being me, I couldn't hold back the laughter.
There he was, all tangled in Silly String.
Hey!  It's just one of those things.

Something whacky that makes your day smile.
When you look back at it over the miles,
of marriage together and the adventure,
it's just one of those things that make the big picture.

Just after the Bar-B-Que and a cooling swim,
there is just on thing I want, on a whim.
Light and oh so soothing on your tongue.
A Parfait Cake with just a dash of ***.

Start with the bottom of a single layer cake.
Placed within a ring or on a parfait plate.
Then smother with sliced berries, firm and sweet.
Oh!  This is going to be a real treat!

Next heap on the pudding filling.
*** flavored vanilla is best for what we are doing.
Top that with cold fresh whipped cream.
Just a little more, go on, no one will scream.

Now gently place on, the top half of moist cake.
This is the crucial part, I should state.
After decorating with more berries and more whipped cream,
sit back and enjoy this dessert dream.

Whispering endearments, you play your part.
Smoothly getting girls to let down their guard.
For a man of your oily charm it isn't hard.
You know how it will end right from the start.
Making sure that cupid you always outsmart,
by in the end always playing your wild card.
shattering their love in to tiny shards,
protecting the moving target of your heart.

One of these days you surely will be shot.
With an arrow right through that big bulls eye.
Then once and for all you will be caught,
yet by then, all womankind will then be wise.
Thus, you will languor, your heart in knots.
With only your wounded ego as your prise.