Mary's Mu Muus, That's the Ticket.

Mary's Mu Muus

Mary's Mu Muus are so neat ,
Dress with color down to your feet,
With plenty of room to cover your seat,
Helping you to be discreet.

When you are feeling too tight up top,
Mary's Mu Muus let them flop,
If they sway to and fro.,
No one dare to ever know.

Or if they swing from side to side,
Room Mary's Mu Muus will provide,
Pretty puffed sleeves they they do sport,
Helping  large arms to comport,

Mary's Mu Muus  fit just fine,
A welcome break from your A line,

So hail a cab and waddle down,
To Mary's Mu Muus in your town,
Have a look that men desire,
Set the boys pants on  fire.

The price is right at your local outlet
It replaces that constricting outfit,
If you need an extra size,
Mary has vast supplies.

Helps to cool in summer heat,
Breezes blowing between your feet,
Ladies emit those pleasant sighs,
As breezes caress 'tween ample thighs.

Billowing Mu Muus do the trick,
When those legs begin to stick,
That is because the fit is loose,
Not tightening like a hang mans noose.

So come on by and try one on,
A sure addition to feminine charm.
Mary's Mu Muus make you complete,
For men's attention to compete.

So come on down to Mary's store,
The entrance has a large wide door,
Styles, colors and accessories too.
Miles of beads for your mu mu

The floppiest flip flops you ever did see,
Allow you to walk so sensually,
Every color is here for you,
Buy them up collect a few.

Nice white sneakers in sizes petite,
All the way up to super elite.
You will the belle of the ball in,
When that fella comes callin'

Our make up counter is brand new.
Many cosmetics for you to view,
Allows to apply and coordinate,
Go ahead don't hesitate.

Make your cheeks brightly red,
Don't worry about what is said,
Wet look lipsticks they are hot,
Stopping hearts right on the spot.

On your mu mu attache a collar.
The cost is only an extra dollar,
If you attend a formal affair,
Causing all to envy and stare.

Mary's Mu Muus the place to go,
When you want to make a show,
Baubles and bangles we have too,
To accentuate the classy you.

To Mary's store come on down,
We sport the widest door in town,
The entrance is long and it's tall,
The biggest door in all the mall.

It is meant to accommodate,
Those who can't perambulate,
Enter please watch your step,
Cross the thresh hold with some pep.

Look to the right, eyes then left,
A massive stylish color fest,
Jumping up and down with glee,
As you start your shopping spree.

It's all there bras and bloomer.
Some large enough to sail a schooner,
A big selection you shall see,
Above, even with, or below the knee.

Get a Mu Mu of satin and lace,
Put a smile on your hubbys' face,
All behold the brand new you,
Showing off your thing or two.

Swiming is worth learning

As you advance in years. You find it more comfortable when you are confronted with a decision. To just punt. Status quo has becomes a latin phrase that is used more and more. In words and action. 

Why do anything at all. Try to wait it out. But there are times that we must eat our words or get eaten. 

I DON'T SWIM
Got that.......
I don't swim,
If I were a fish,
I would not swim

I just would not,
Or do anything,
If something big,
Tried to eat me.

I would not do anything stupid,
I would swim.

Mothes Day

Handling It .....

Every Day Is Mothers Day

Mothers day is always the time,
Children with the same old line,
" Gee dear mom how I do love you",
But don't forget I need a few.

All to soon their time will come,
Being mom ain't always fun,
Complaining as they did before,
You just decide to hear no more,

Bring the kids and stay awhile.
Please then go in single file,
Then raising hands in sad goodbyes,
Tears start welling in your eyes,

Time goes by and ain't it true.
They begin to listen to you,
Advising them as you did before,
Just as they would slam the door.

Now it's thier time a bit nice to see,
As they climb up the proverbial tree,
It ain't so easy being a mom,
It's like an endless telethon.

I love you and you love me,
Let's all pray for grandmas to be,
Not to listen when they whine and bitch,
Expecting us to fill their niche,

So stop your callin' when you're ballin',
Cause in that trap I ain't fallin",
Now you got yours and I had mine,
For handling yours now is the time.

Whippoorwill

                         This is not a whippoorwill. Nor will it ever be


For many a night I listened to the whippoorwills with their distinctive high shrill call. I never know what one looked like.They are nocturnal and nature has allowed them to develop quite a camouflage. I heard them but never saw them. I was surprised. It was diametrically opposed to what my imagination had conjured up. It is small and of mottled plumage. I appears almost owl like. A mouse of a bird. Therefore I will post a picture of what I would rather think of it to be.

Whippoorwills of Palm Harbor

Whippoorwill's call sound at night,
At quarter past nine at the end of light,
Calling out with muted thrill,
Always is their nightly drill,

Letting know to all around,
" I am here safe above the ground",
They sound it out for all to hear,
"I am high above and have no fear".

I am Whippoorwill and here I be,
Not for any eyes to see,
Though seeing you is easy for me,
Sitting high here, in my tree.

For I am Whippoorwill and here I be,
Up above where you can't see.

Winston and babies

Funny thing about Babies. All, at some point,  look like Winston Churchill. Without the cigar of course.

Babies Are Life's Reward

Life's Meaning.

My boy called me one quiet day,

Announcing a baby on the way,
I was surprised at the news,
There were no words expressing blues.

Asking what the options would be, 
We want to raise it both of we,
That is fine and well said,
You must now keep family fed.

Plucking heart strings as a lyre,
Love can set emotions a'fire,
Be so careful what you do,
Decisions effect more than you.

Considering views best he could,
Re-examined where he stood,
We want to raise it she and me,
Although it is the size of a pea,

It indeed is a noble choice.
Unborn children have no voice.
A newborn babe is God's sweet treat,
Reflections of yourself to meet,

Luck and money you will need it ,
As it grows you must feed it.
Along with all the other stuff,
Plus expenses off the cuff,

Then one day you will see,
You will take the place of me.
Hi, Grandpa you will hear,
Then life's meaning will me clear,

All will be good, all will be fine,
The best to come is down the line,
Then when you marry and say I do,
Do all your best, always stay true.

It is important to understand,
The ship you sail must be manned.



 

What Barber Shops Should Be

Brian's Barber Shop

Brian needs your head to get ahead

There is a good barber,
In Safety Harbor,
Next to the US Post

Out the big window
The town will go by,
Strollers along you will see

Many walk with no care,
Many going somewhere,
Not in slow shuffle you know.

The view is all free,
Not costing a fee,
Faces you may recognize.

It could be the baker,
Or candle stick maker,
Running to do some chores.

All wave a hello to Brian,
He lifts up his hand,
Two digits hold the comb.

With just three free,
He waves so they see,
Fingers wiggle his response.

There's a guy over there,
He waits in his chair,
He talks to all around him.

New Yorker I think,
Some say they stink,
Don't believe all that you hear.

 A lot must he say,
And looks for Brian's ok,
No need to cause a ruckus.

Brian now adds to the brew,
That then is the his clue.
For the N.Y.s talk to continue,

Brian's scissors keep clippin,
Hair continues a flippin,
Down the cape then to the floor.

The cut is now done,
Brian then paid his sum,
Next, is the call of the barber.

The chair is then filled,
Other waiters are thrilled,
N.Y. guy is now nearer the door.

Boy he can certainly talk,
Someone put back the cork.
He got the conversation going.

Barber shops are made for this,
To discuss those things going amiss,
A place that you can talk and say.

About everything not going yur' way.

Skirts that astound

This poem is a bit risque. So if you are feeling naughty this is a little piece of prose that might tickle your fancy. Hey why not indulge yourself. You can't always be good. This is one you can memorize and recite.

 
Maxie for the Mini XXX

Mini skirts so short and neat,
Worn to show much more than feet,
Causes men to stop and stare,
Hoping to see some curly hair.

Thinking of that holy place,
Hiding below fancy lace,
Then she shows her invitation,
The dance of intense flirtation.

Thoughts imagine her sweet flower,
As it erects your ivory tower,
Her full red lips show desire,
It begins you to perspire.

She then bends and turns around,
Raising hem towards fertile ground,
Then she begins to hesitate,
Not showing what you anticipate.

A little more your thoughts will say,
Pray let me see what I can't lay

Tormented Love

The sighing of a young man is a pitiful one that exposes wearing his heart on his sleeve. He has lost to, a who knows what situation. In spit of the fact that he nor she, are not deserving of this fate.
  
Trance of Romance

I am here and you are there,
Yet there is nothing we don't share.

We see each other less not more,
Love, exudes always from the core,

A connection that can't be broken,
Silent words always spoken.

Time together is always sweet,
Each moment a most special treat.

Moves that are made the other will know,
For on the phone the words willingly flow. 

What,where how and who,
Communicating what we do.

It can be lonely that is sure,
To each ones needs we mus demure.

You have your time I have mine,
Each respects the others line.

No planning for it to be this way,
For doing good we sometimes pay.

Me and you we will ever be,
Something others just won't see.        



      

Lost to our hearts, Rocky

One of the few, ROCKY


There are some things born or not,
That are just a little better,
Animal, vegetable, or what ever.

Rocky was one of those,
A dog beyond compare,
Of any dog I am aware.

A heart of gold,
And yet so bold,
Did what he was told,

Oh sweet Rocky,
A lion among them all,
Always standing tall.

Then his time had come,
Our happiness was done,
Before the set of  sun.

Courage was his middle name,
The house never quite the same.
We miss his loving loyalty  
Rocky was among the few.
We gave our true love to,
Rocky I do miss you.

Nice for kids

Halloween was a great time when I was a kid in Brooklyn. I ran around with a group of neighborhood ids who had an older brother or cousin that you hung around by. Not with. but it was enough security for your parents to feel safe. There were not that many wackos running around. Now there is all sorts of controversy about it. First of all you weren't allowed or encouraged to wear your costume. That was for after school. So after school we ran around the streets chalking them up with pastel. Hitting the sides of buildings and school yards with a sock filled with chalk dust. At sundown after supper we would again roam the streets knocking on doors and did both trick and treat. To those times.

Halloween

Halloween is a nice holiday for kids,
They put on costumes and masks,
Under faces of make up and plastic,
Smiles beam and they are happy.

From door to door they go,
Trick or treat, trick or treat they say,
Hope to get that for which they came,
Then those little feet run away.

They fill their bags with all the loot,
Candy, fruit and pennies,
The jack o' lanters, smile at them,
See how happy they are.

On their way home they are glad,
They have such treasures,
Then they eat all those goodies,
Hiding what is left from mom,

Then, they puke their brains out,
Get sick and suffer,
Miss school the next day,
But they don't die.

The Boss

Boss The French Poodle

Dogs do come and they do go,
I have got one you should know,
He wags his tail so high and quick,
Wanting for your face to lick,

He barks at those behind the door,
While running across the carpet floor,
Getting there he backs off a bit,
Waiting for us to answer it,

When all of us are going out,
He then begins to moan and pout,
He sleeps upon our bed at night,
Not stirring till the morning light,

His coat is black thick and curly,
His demeanor is cocky and surly,
No mistake that he is a French poodle,
"Cause he will eat anything but strudel.

A grandpa's pal.

Little Tommy

Little Tommy not yet two,
Helps me out when I am blue,
His smiling and happy face,
Takes up a special place.

That happy emanating glow,
Helps me when I'm feeling low,
Although it's in a frame,
I feel a joy just the same.

Cheeks so full and round,
There is no need for sound,
To get me through the day,
Words he need not say.

I look at it each night,
I can't wait for morning light
So I can look again,
Upon my little friend.

Visitors To Your Garden

visitors to the garden

All as one they seem to come,
Or sometimes only one by one,
Many creatures you can find,
Rarely only one of a kind.

A pretty place to chirp and flit,
As they find a place to sit.
A place to take a needy rest,
Or to have a pollen fest,

Many lizards scurry and scout,
Not liking guests that's no doubt.
Stopping for a morsel or two,
Not ever taking time to chew,

Insects come then disappear,
When the ugly toad comes near.
Tongues so long and sticky too,
Bulging eyes say,"I'll get you".

Nasty heads that poke about,
Between the plants and bushes stout,
A wary snake winds his way,
Knowing that he can not stay.
        
Squirrels call to stay a bit,
Gnawing on a nutty pit,
Armadillos come to pass as well,
Waiting till night has fell.

They creep along in single file,
Each a copy of each others style,
Then comes time the day is done,     
We no longer see an evening sun.

Time to wait for morning dew,
When gardens begin to grow anew,
In the new day they again arrive,
Another day to grow and thrive. 

       

Plan your Garden Well.

Planting a Garden?

I beg your pardon,
Are you starting a garden,
What a nice idea,
Creating atmosphere.

Have you picked a proper place,
For your garden's little space,
A bit of manure did you lay,
That you collected before last May.

It was wise to prepare the soil,
For on the planting you will toil,
Bulbs were placed vines and ferns,
Each plant has it's own concerns.

Placing them in proper site,
So the sun will shine just right,
Likes and dislikes you did respect,
Avoiding tears of growth neglect.

Bursts of flowers then explode,
To cause a climactic episode,
Buds will open in colorful view,
Showing life that starts anew.

One two, three, then more,
Giving hints of nature's store,
There are many different hues,
Always able to hide harsh views.

Saying in a special way,
"Don't forget to have a nice day",
Bushy bushes strong green vines,
Reminds us all of pristine times.

Every plant in full array,
Helping nature to light your way,
Rains do come all to few,
Petals fall in a leafy stew.

Flowers know their time will come,
To then give forth their total sum,
Those of all that bloomed in June,
Will be no more each new moon.

But for seeds left behind,
Hoping for brisk winds to find,
A swan song that announces life,
Spread along by weathered strife.

They never seem to have their say,
Where in the end they will lay,
It's God's will they do fulfill,
Leaving behind those flowering still.