At Christmas and Thanksgiving

Missy likes family gatherings
but for the cakes all cream and spice
not for the uncles who ain’t nice.

As for the aunts they are dumplings
old and frumpy with nerves jumpy
’cause she heard they made men geldings.

But if asked she will say all nice,
Missy likes family gatherings.

Missy leaves family gatherings
when any cousin did entice
for then gin had worn out the ice.

And she thought they had no inklings
as she ate cake without a break
but all knew of her true feelings.

So one and all made sure each slice
left Missy sick of gatherings.

The Poetorialist

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Yesterday’s future

But, in the army of yesterday’s dreams,
Mickey had love and shining cooking pots
And Joe and Pete, with bellies full, were big shots
but, in the army of yesterday’s dreams

Mickey had love and shining cooking pots
with wife and clever kids that called his name
where now he stands in rain and blameless shame
Mickey had love and shining cooking pots

with wife and clever kids that called his name
but, in the army of discarded dreams,
no man from north or south is what he seems
with wife and clever kids that called his name

But, in the army of yesterday’s dreams,
Mickey had love and shining cooking pots
And Joe and Pete, with bellies full, were big shots
but, in the army of yesterday’s dreams

The Poetorialist

My Kingpin Baby

In the cold of night, you think of ways to die
as you do in darkness when the dog snores hard,
and the duvet yet again has said bye-bye,
as each tender, or rough, tug she’ll disregard.

So what about a gun and a blood smacked wall
so tears and wailing voice cry, ‘Oh forgive me my love.’
But then you wonder on what market stall
are cowboy guns sold so you bowl her a shove.

Suddenly, you’re back to the days you bowled:
the crash, the thump and tingle in your heart,
as you saw what she rocked and felt what she rolled
and you’d thought, ‘I will have a slice of that tart.’

So you get up and find the sharpest knife
to banish death by duvet spilt, and warm your life.

The Poetorialist

At Christmas and Thanksgiving

Missy likes family gatherings
but for the cakes all cream and spice
not for the uncles who ain’t nice.

As for the aunts they are dumplings
old and frumpy with nerves jumpy
’cause she heard they made men geldings.

But if asked she will say all nice,
Missy likes family gatherings.

Missy leaves family gatherings
when any cousin did entice
for then gin had worn out the ice.

And she thought they had no inklings
as she ate cake without a break
but all knew of her true feelings.

So one and all made sure each slice
left Missy sick of gatherings

The Poetorialist