Ode to a Dead Tree

Your barren high-flung wooden spires
I fear, shall never rise much higher
The noble shadow you once cast
Is now a shadow from the past

Into a chipper you've been thrown
Splinters strewn to parts unknown
And soon, like you, I too shall be
But a distant memory

Alas, all things in life are thus
Once fearful kings are only dust

And nations that were strong and vast
Are now but shadows of the past.


The Four Seasons

I don't like summer
Sometimes it's too hot
There's lots of bugs
And I mean a lot

I don't like fall
'Cause everything's dying
I wish I could go
Where monarchs are flying

I don't like winter
No need to explain
If you like winter
You lack a brain

I don't like spring
Because it's too fickle
Like women I've known
Who weren't worth a nickel


Covid

The news is so depressing
It's frightening and what's more
I can't find salad dressing
At the grocery store


Thanks

I'm thankful for the sun
Though looked at from afar
When all is said and done
It's just another star

I'm thankful for my friends
Though few and far between
I see them now and then
Though some are best unseen

I'm thankful for my health
This truth shan't be deferred
Far better it than wealth
Though both would be preferred

I'm thankful for my cats
Except for one, you see
For, if it could, I'm certain that
She'd stick a knife in me

I'm thankful for the coming year
Though surely filled with dread
Better to be suffering here
Than suffering with the dead


Women With Money

Women with money
Should not be despised
They should be welcomed
When they arrive

Those without husbands
Or significant others
May be quite pleasant
If inadequate lovers

But what good is love
When money is lacking
Love can be faked
With appropriate backing



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