Monday, December 31, 2018
Thursday, December 13, 2018
Poem as Christmas Approaches
Poem
Where are the intellectuals
who sat on their torn sofas
drinking vodka in their loafers?
Four daughters,
waiting for their fathers
as arguments and wine
flowed,
and no one thought of the time
when nothing
would ever rhyme again.
copyright 2018 Dec. 12
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Where are the intellectuals
who sat on their torn sofas
drinking vodka in their loafers?
Four daughters,
waiting for their fathers
as arguments and wine
flowed,
and no one thought of the time
when nothing
would ever rhyme again.
copyright 2018 Dec. 12
If you like this poem, please go to my store
and get something more
for yourself or your family/friends:
www.zazzle.com/beehappynow
Thank you
Monday, December 3, 2018
The Holidays are Here
A Jingle for my Store
The north wind is shifting
The snow is drifting
And it would be very uplifting
If shoppers would shop
or maybe just stop
in at my store
zazzle.com/beehappynow
and enjoy it before
2018 is no more
like this poem,
see ya!
The north wind is shifting
The snow is drifting
And it would be very uplifting
If shoppers would shop
or maybe just stop
in at my store
zazzle.com/beehappynow
and enjoy it before
2018 is no more
like this poem,
see ya!
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