Prose and Such

I'm 66

Well, I made it to 66
My bladder has shrunk to the size of a pea
My head has hair that is quite spare
My vision is fuzzy
My hearing is buzzy
My knees knock in rhythm
with the snap, crackle pop of my spine
My teeth are leaving, one at a time
My ears grow more hair than my head


Flickering past my bar-b-que grill
Faster than a speeding horny-toad
Body raised on tipy toes
Like the tiles are hot, hot, hot!

Dark green and black checkered
Light green with blue stripes
A pair of cousins chasing the warmth
Of my patio haven

ICU blues

I hope that I shall never see
A hairy flea with knobby knees
A pirate fly, patch oe'r one eye
That says 'Arrgghh' and steals my pie
A large blue frog with yellow tongue
Playing a fiddle too tightly strung
Cause if I see these silly things
I'm back in the ICU where monitors sing

Roses are weird

Rose are red
Violets purple
Whenever I drink
The world gets all gurple

My eyes start to flipple
My ears try to flapple
My nose squeaks and zingles
Tongues twists like twizzles


So many tweets
So little time
If only I could concentrate
And make this thing rhyme!

Roses are red
Violets blue
Enjoy the moments
Life has given you

Don't be cranky
Don't be sad
Don't waste your time
Thinking of the bad



Be happy for now.
Enjoy a deep breath.
Listen to nothing, just for a moment.
Remember a friend.
Say 'Hello' to a neighbor.
Be happy for now.

Am I Dreaming?

The more I dream
The more I write

Of burning days
And shattered nights

Are dreams more real
Than stressful life?


Life is like a Bumbler Bee
It flits from bush to bush
And if one isn't careful, well
It will bite you on the tush!


To 'tweet' is sweet
Friends to meet
The message fleet
I think it's neat
Now to repeat....

I Think

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a flea
It hops, it pops, it jumps along
Humming a silly, carefree song.