Category Archives: Humor

The Summer Treat

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There’s sweat above my lip
That drips upon my tongue
My hair is sticking to my skin
And everything feels undone

My mom said to turn off TV
But what else can we do
The neighbors pool is fenced and locked
They fled to look for cool

I cannot play outside for long
Without melting in this heat
Shade from our tree is taken
By Great Aunt Bernadette

She sits and waves her fan
Back and forth before her face
She gave us candy in a bag
From a very special place

The heat and the humidity
I am truly sad to say
Made one gigantic glob of it
That we had to throw away

I cannot even go barefoot
Into our box of sand
It burns between my toes
And clings where I can’t stand

Dad said that after dinner
We would visit our favorite shop
Til then I will simply have to dream
Of how great it will be to stop

And look at all those flavors
In line waiting for our treats
With all the people just like me
On ice-cream soon will feast

Thirteen’s Reunion

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The table flooded in picnic food
Unnecessary to choose wisely
At this meal unified in shared
Genetics, a history of salads,
Modernized now in feta, bulgar
Fusilli pasta, plates holding
Just desserts, tiny fingers
Delicately pudgified holding
Cookies, and rolls that drop
Onto the ground, hesitating
In worry if anyone saw, safety
All around hugging each child
These new cousins for the day

Where is the aunt keeping
Track of the minutes, the collective
Allowed to catapult back into the
Pool giggling, dunking under
The rope tempting the deep end
Hours together joyful, uncles
Playing cards, sisters sharing
Tidbits about people whose
Names familiar but without
Meaning to young ears, bring
Snorts of laughter all around the
Pool’s edge, sadness then having no
Place to rest its desperate head

Now, easy entertainment still
In a deck of cards, a swing
A water tap where bright balloons
Soon discarded for easily filled
Solo cups dumped onto the
Closest target in mischievous giggles
The pool exchanged grudgingly
For a ball field, the audience smaller
Bleachers instead of deck chairs
Pigtailed heads still intent on
Tiny bubbles blown whether from
Yellow, orange or blue bottles
Still a happy song memory of a Rose

Descendants of thirteen
Gathering to share laughs, love
Invisible heart strings revisited
The noticed absence for each
Missing member of this
Group where the finally to arrive
Was always greeted with an
Hooray at last to seal the deal
Those giants of our childhood
Imprinted on grateful hearts
That forever want one more view of
Chocolate chip cookies perfectly
Lined up in a baker’s dozen

Donuts

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Powdered sugar, cinnamon, and iced
Filled, sprinkled, all dunked with delight
Tired of cereal, eggs, toast and oatmeal
On Saturday morning it’s the standard appeal
Let’s get donuts, oh please, pretty please

Eaten when young and savoring each bite
The old knowing well the result of this vice
But lips to your hips, matters not at this age
Enjoyment in the now is sometimes okay
Let’s get donuts, oh please, pretty please

The power of choice all in my hands
Say yes and provide this simplest of joys
The agony of defeat if they hear, not today
Let’s get donuts, oh pretty please, Please
No regrets for this time when I give them their way

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The Kids Couldn’t Find Me While Playing Hide n Seek

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Able yet unwillingly to
Disincline my reclining
From this unceremonious
Choice to do nothing but
Be no one to anyone
Unrealized enjoyment of a
Sluggish unslovenly spot
Hurriedly, smartly falling
This cushioned holding cell
Irresponsible partners
No parole for this criminal
Whose only conviction being
Tired is as tired does
Until they finally find me