Heavy, the scent of roses
Lies upon the veranda
Where I sit, hand in hand,
With my lover, Miranda.
She sweats like an osprey,
And I sweat like a bear.
It’s a good thing for us
Our hormones don’t care.
The sun smiles down
From its cloudless abode.
And two antelope hump
On the side of the road.
A warm, friendly wind
Caresses the trees.
There’s spring in the air.
That’s when I start to sneeze.
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Ever get those moments
When you have nothing to write?
I never have that problem.
I just love the color white.
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There is something inherently scary
About playing an organ late at night.
Might be Hollywood cliche,
But it still causes some fright.
There’s nothing scary at all
About a piano at midday.
It’s just one of those things
You don’t care about either way.
An accordion is happy
Anytime at all.
That’s why I go to an accordion church
That just happens to be at the mall.
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A chicken met a dragon
One Friday afternoon.
The chicken told the dragon
“I wish I looked like you.”
Then the dragon ate the chicken
‘Cause that’s what dragons do.
I will never forget
That first field trip to the zoo.
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Greasy Pete and Sticky Sally
Live in a box deep in the alley.
They make their money selling worms
To fishermen who don’t mind germs.
Pete and Sally are not poor.
They’ve got what they need, and don’t want more.
Neither are the two of them homeless
Simply because their life is domeless.
Sticky Sally and Greasy Pete
Have all the food they need to eat,
They’ve got no worries and do no crime.
Who needs money? They’ve got nothing but time.
And when times get hard living on the street,
Pete’s got Sally, and Sally sticks to Pete.
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Have you ever met a person
Who’s perfect in every way,
Who understands your troubles
And makes them go away,
Whose smile dries your tears
And whose laughter steals your heart
And, even though you’re all grown up,
Lets you ride in the shopping cart,
Is friendly as a puppy,
And wiser than a book,
A phenomenal bass player
And an established gourmet cook,
And’s not the slightest bit pretentious
But humble and adoring,
Has beauty and personality
And never gets boring?
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I’ve never conquered evil
But I’ve beaten “pretty bad.”
I haven’t done the impossible
But I’ve done what no one had.
My heroic feats are little more
Than a big, unwelcome task,
So I don’t deserve a novel,
But is a pamphlet too much to ask?
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Pillowcase, pillowcase
You’ve served me for years.
You’ve covered my pillow
And captured my tears.
Pillowcase, pillowcase
You’ve tousled my hair
And prevented my pillow
From much wear and tear.
Pillowcase, pillowcase
On you I have laid.
My only question now
Is how were you made?
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The Queen of Clubs
And the Queen of Spades
Chatted as they
Put their hair in braids.
“How come,” they asked
“Aren’t we diamonds or hearts?
We represent tools
And bludgeoning parts.”
“I’m not unhappy,”
Said the queen of clubs.
“I represent parties,
And bars and pubs.”
But the Queen of Spades
Was not amused.
“For what good
Am I ever used?
“In a game of hearts I’m worth
All the other hearts combined.
I’m an old, dark-haired lady,”
The Queen of Spades whined.
Then in walked Jack Spade
Gazing with his one eye,
And when put in perspective
Everything felt alrigh’
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I dreamt of cauldrons
That bubble and trash
Full of hideous mixtures
Of fear, hope, and trash,
Of test tube babies
And nightmares on tap,
And of disembodied brains
And all that other Matrix crap.
But as I awake
My heart fills with sorrow.
I’ve seen none of these things
And the final’s tomorrow.
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