light verse and much, much worse
Noisy nests and early dawns
Hedgehogs digging up the lawns.
Whirring hives drip zooming bees
Syrup tapped from maple trees.
Newborns heading out to graze
Bike seats needing to be raised.
Buds appearing on a vine
Washing hanging on the line.
Little League and sowing hay
Storing skis and skates away.
Walking with a bit of swing
Raise the sash because it’s spring!
Octopuses? Octopi?
These creatures surely wonder why
Our single brains stray down such roads
While nine tell them they’re octopodes
My love swears I snore like a bear
This is a husband’s fate.
A wife’s is to give thankful prayer
That men don’t hibernate.
No sunburned noses at the beach
No crab apples just out of reach
No jasmine to infuse the breeze
No lavender to make us sneeze
No sandals piled outside the door
No evening strolls along the shore
No watching cats chase butterflies
No lemonade, no record highs
No counting ants, as they file past
No starlit skies, now overcast.
Even old folks can’t remember
Why it is, we have November.
The rainbow is God’s promise
Not to end all life again
A sign that all He wants is
For mankind to be His friend.
Forgiving past transgressions,
God protects Man as he goes
And so, we’re right to question:
What’s the deal with volcanoes?
The hunch that Evolution sold
Extolling those who break the mold:
Life’s go-getters, the versatile,
Does not include the crocodile.
Throughout its 80 million years
As each Age comes, then disappears
Left standing in the starting blocks
The croc has yet to change its socks.
Quite unconcerned with each debut
Of nature’s latest ingénue
These veterans forgo the pomp
Preferring life inside a swamp.
Perhaps, the way to win the race
Is holding at a steady pace.
The croc has this down to an art
And 80 million years’ head start.
To many an anemone
The fear is any Yemeni
Who ofttimes like an enemy
Sauteed and slightly lemony
The budding poet soon suspects
The pointlessness of: Solve for x
The rule for pomegranates reads:
Discard the pith and eat the seeds
A feat which calls for more bravado
With our friend, the avocado
Speckled gourds and pumpkin pie
Picking chestnuts where they lie
Parsnips breaking through the soil
Beetroot ready for the boil
Plump tomatoes on the vine
Pressing apples, homemade wine
Mason jars stacked row on row
Lavender tied with a bow
Farmers whistling this old tune
Underneath a Harvest Moon
Mr Ormsby At Large 