You see, the other day I was bored
so I started picking on Tommy,
He retorted with a loud snort and labeled me as a commie,
We became so caught up in the fray,
The rest of our worries went away,
But then I made him cry and I had to say I’m sorry,
knows where idealism goes,
As we grow older and follow our nose,
In the middle of our sibling fuss,
Our sweet Vicki reminded all of us,
We were family and we were bros,
the deafening quiet after the week-long din
You chirp out of nowhere, “How’ve y’all been?”
Along with your picture all pretty in blue,
Let me tell you that’s a fine how do you do,
And let me catch you up now that you’re in.
was poetic and Bets had to go it alone,
As you forgot to check in, forgot to phone,
The good news is everyone survived,
And a family consensus contrived,
All because of Aunt Cherry, who loves us so.
Poetic License Suspended
- by My Gull Wheels On
A string of poetic tales, about my life, my love
and, my Lord...
Observations in scales, of mortal plight, once
we chance, accord...
Imagination pales, and yet just might, share a
glance, of more...
Propping powerful sails, from my short life,
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