Wednesday, May 02, 2018
Reading “Poem of the Day”
on my toilet tablet
Terse verse
the worst!
Next to length-
y-dense that is
(Nature, to some
in this latter case,
more footnote than
text.) At any rate,
all affects character
text.) At any rate,
all affects character
of crap. As in much of
turgid existence,
you seek a rhythm.
Often it’s one
and done.
That’s the best. A Wrap!
The rest dancing with
disinterested lass
what brung yuh
to this pass.
Labels: bowel, constipation, poetry, reading, rhythm
Monday, January 04, 2016
Ancient Threat
Ralph handled the transition
from engineering semi-loner
to Associate Store Manager
quite well.
He did have someWHAT of a
gregarious bent, so saying
Welcome to Walgreens!
or Did you find everything?
took small effort.
Ordering, though, knottier,
thus Chucksy sent from
Satellite Beach to check
his attempt for the weekly sale.
-Cashews with sea salt? Three
cases. About right. Got my
mouth set for 'em!
Prunes, Sunkist, Minis, three
cases also? Uh uh! Quadruple that!
-Wow!
-This is Florida! Wall to wall
old people!
-I've noticed.
-If they can't shit, they kill!
Labels: constipation, digestion, Florida, senior citizen, Walgreens
