Sweet taste of summer!Juicy fruitBeckons from the bins The siren song of “I’m in season!And low-cal!I’m what you want!You can’t NOT win!” Velvet curve of mounded peachThe touch gives me a rushYet I knowWhen I get homeIt’s sure to taste like mush And pre-s...
“Open up; it’s yummy,” Mom lied to me. Her eyes held mirth, Of that I could see. I did what I could. I turned this way then that. But what I really could have used, Was a baseball bat. It was hopeless of course, Of that I could see. That’s when an idea, I...
Mondays suck big time I have no fear in stating this They begin the work week long Ending the weekend short Only two days we are granted Rest, play, errands, or enjoy Take your pick, it matters not For in a blink much too quick Those two days are gone And...
