08.19.2021
The Earl of Pies
Bring the pies and set them here
And make of them a stack,
We have need for many more
These few are just a snack.
Let’s fill some rooms and then some vaults,
A warehouse and a cellar.
And then let’s start a bank account
And please do tell the teller.
To make some extra vacancy
That pies will soon roll in
They’ll pile up and take the place
Where jewels and cash had been
And if he seems to doubt you
If you see it in his eyes
Then tell him just to wait and see—
For I’m the Earl of Pies!
08.18.2021
Your Favorite Book
When looking for your eyeglasses
Now don’t forget to look
Back in the spot where you had been
Reading your favorite book
And surely though you search the field
That is where they’ll be
So hurry back and put them on
So you can clearly see
08.17.2021
My Father Wore a Wizard
My father wore a wizard
Every day upon his hat
As off to work he went each day
To his office where he sat
He said the wizard spruced him up
And made him feel ok
As he sought to stay engaged
Throughout his working day
“Find the work that interests you,”
To me, was his advice,
“But if you must work otherwise
Perhaps a wizard will suffice
Though to have a way to pay the bills
Is very far from tragic
We all have need to be inspired
By means, including magic.”
08.16.2021
A Morning Greeting
Every morning when I wake
I look into the mirror
And say directly to myself
With no witness and no hearer
I’m glad that you are here today
It’s really rather fine
To live beneath the sunlit sky
To work and play in time
And then as day does while away
I’ll return to my nest
With thanks for all the day did hold
And gladly seek some rest
08.13.2021
A Process for Perfect T-shirts
I’ve found the perfect process
To make t-shirts fit just right
For they always seem to come too big
Or fit me far too tight
And the plan is really simple
Though it does have several parts
But the first is most important
So that is where I’ll start
I first begin by ordering
A size fifty-extra-large
They ship them in from Portugal
On an ocean-going barge
And after I’ve unpackaged it
I spray it down with water
At first the temperature is cold
Though I gradually make it hotter
Then when the shirt is fully doused
It’s ironed most profusely
Till shrinking to the just right size
Doesn’t hang upon me loosely
I know for many reasons
It’s a practice I should quit
But it’s the only way I’ve found
To make my t-shirts fit