The model home
It looked just right
All was perfect
Just exquisite light

The place was clean
You could eat off the floor
From the front of the house
To the back door

I was hungry
No food in sight
Stomach was growling
No way a delight

In the kitchen
Middle of the table
A giant bowl of fruit
Next to coffee with no label

I picked up an apple
Felt a bit firm
There was no room
For a worm to squirm

I rubbed it on my shirt
Made it shiny and clean
I took a big bite
Then thought it was mean

The fruit was plastic
All just for show
Should placed a sign
For all to know

I single helping
It will not do
Nor will a couple
Or even quite a few

The clam its good
Seasoned so right
Whether mixed loose
Or bound up tight

Some clams big
Some just small
If its right
Eat them all

With or without
That golden crust
You'll eat them all
And all you must

Its not chowder
Manhattan soup no
Nicely baked pie
Good to go

You saw clam
Then thought dirty
Especially women
and Guys under thirty

Shame on you
Thinking like that
My next poem
Dedicated to my cat

PP

Days on End

Tears running down my cheek
Have not seen you for a week

Replaced the eye with two that's fake
What is wrong for goodness sake

Leave one way return to another
Acting like my heroine addicted brother (he did finally go to rehab)

Sought that eye which I missed
Lips on screen oh I have kissed

I went no where avoided here
Hey I'm squirrely Happy New Year

Pansytilly has the good eye
Listen now that's no lie

Yep, she is a real cool friend
Makes me laugh Days on end.

You're a seed.........factory!

True in many different ways. Keep'm coming tnt they're dynamite.

Good one! I can appreciate your touch of twisted.

You're a seed.

Four packs a day
Down to only one
Who cares of cost
Its too much fun

Hacking cough
Like black lung
Clumps of mucous
Onto the tongue

Grinding in chest
A serious wheeze
All out of matches
Light me up please

They say you shouldn't
They told you the answer
Why is it only 1 of 10 smokers
Die from lung cancer

Those are statistics
Now all seems funny
Those politicians
Swindle our money

From the outside
View from above
Looking downward
As would a dove

Seeing the wrong
And what is right
In complete darkness
and broad daylight

Not at all a dream
Neither all dead
Simply unexplainable
Stuck within your head

Out of body experience
Certainly is not
Absolute consciousness
Not what you've got

Substance abuses
Much more like
It hits a peak
Ultimate spike

Some years later
You haven't done jack
It will hit hard
A wild flash back

Future is coming
Past is gone
Despite feelings
Or brute and brawn

When the time comes
Prepared you should be
If you are not
Don't come looking for me

I will not help
Nor give assist
I'll feel the joy
When you are pissed

Make your own choices
Rely on no other
Not even family
A sister or brother

Live with you decision
Its no business of mine
Think before you do
Then you might shine

Eye to eye
Until their dry
Burns so much
Makes you cry

Through the hole
Only we can see
No big deal
It's just me

Eye to eye
Peer into the soul
Look to long
Takes it's toll

The same to you
Hopes are plenty
I'm only counting
For another twenty

......that's it!

That would make a good song. I could almost think up a good beat for that. Like a Frank Zappa tune.

Why would anyone see eye to eye?

Eye have no clue?

Vaseline Machine....

Vaseline Machine
Ain't come'n clean
Them shaved gerbils
is mighty mean
I got no doubt
It's half way in
or part way out
Lap more Vaseline
In that spout
Fill that shoot
Load'em in
Just one more
Makes it ten.
Load it up!

Back at ya!

.....Vaseline Machine,

Vaseline Machine
Slipped to the side
Then its easy glide
Vaseline Machine Uh Huh!

Back to you brugmansia:

So Blonde, How about I eat a few pineapples and we go out some time? lol