by Maureen Glaude
Life puts a simmer on the pants of some men
death can't know when to call, and if it can't, who ken?
So harness your team up, and kiss your wife 'bye'
cause if you're always down and low
she'll darken both your eyes
and when you leave, smile
so your lips don't freeze-dry
Author's Note: just a little nonsense. No deep meanings or references to persons living or dead, I hate disclaimers but just in case it's needed. I wrote this several years ago just for fun.
Posted on 12/30/2003
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Anita Mac on 12/31/03 at 06:56 AM|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/31/03 at 02:08 PM|
Yes, cute and clever; short and punchy. Well done.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/05/04 at 07:56 PM|
lol..i know the ken in your poem had nothing to do with this Ken..still, i too like the play on words, Maureen..:)
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/09/04 at 05:27 AM|
Oh, that poor harnessed man and the desert he leaves in his frozen wake! For me, your piece evokes bitterness.