He is still full of tricks
at a young seventy-six
Happy Birthday, my ancient friend Jerry.
As your poems show all of us clearly
you can stray into nomansland nearly,
and the wisdom of age
is on every page.
All your friends (and some foes) love you dearly.
You could well be a mover and shaker,
but not ever a phoney or faker.
So please blow out the flames
to please all of the dames
and the overworked candlestickmaker.
But it wasn’t the fruitthat was found in disputebut the talentless baker named Sigh.
He was a vet and doggie stylewas always subject to debate.They groomed the poodle every dayuntil he looked like Martins’ Dean,the dog would always get his wayand she would bring the vaseline.They clipped the hair, it was soo coarse!And powdered all the skin and then,with gentleness and little forcethe spirit went into the den.There were…
to be cremated.When asked the valueof Eve in US dollarshe did not answer.It was I tell you,an arm, a lovely leg buta rib was chosen.No wonder, surelyyou get just what you pay for,perhaps a ribbing.God said to Noah,go forth to the high oceanshoping they’d perish.Thus we must sufferfrom badly planned and craftedcreative blunders.
rings the wall-mount telephonehubby wants to pick a bone.Woman yells leave me alonekeep to yourself your tiny bone.It never was what I expectedit is the reason I defected.Hubby looks at his humdingerit is bigger than a finger.Tells his mate that life is tough,girls can never get enough.
a greater love.You make me smile,you stirand comfort him,and soothe my mindmy inner manwho’s found himselfto bein greater strife,as there can benot ever and not now,a greater lovefor him,he thinks alikewith me.
a husband second toshe thinks, a global bet,and snow in wintertime,the usual malfunctionof the Ford distributorand those inferior plugs,on that important way to schooland classes for the grown-ups,with keen anticipationplus a salary of dreamsand useless tests of bloodas well as other things,the need to fret is goneit has been buried bywhat grandpa would have calledthe…
