She is like a fresh spring zephyr
Scintilating the senses
discharging sweet fragrance,
parfum de l'amour.
As a rose in bloom
she transforms nature into
something numbingly beautiful,
Wreaking havoc on a man’s
otherwise sober comportment.
Her hair is like the finest silk from India
Smooth to the touch.
Skin as fair as ivory, and so pleasing to the eye.
Will one such as she ever love me,
a humble factotum?
A squirmy little worm,
As I was on my break
Crawled right up my left leg
Like some slithery little snake
His skin was rather moist
As a man with too much gel
That creepy little worm
He really made me yell.
And so I lost my temper
Like a lion without prey,
Until a kindly co-worker
Shooed that worm away
Like a tumbleweed a tumblin’
Aimlessly through town
I journey through my life
In search of firmer ground.
My soul seeks out adventure
Like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn,
but just the same it yearns for home,
A place to settle in.
I’m really not too picky
Nor prone to make a fuss
But sometimes I just feel like
a turkey in a truss
We had a big ‘ole dog
Who thought he was a hog
Just like a dirty pig he’d squeal,
when it was time for his next meal.
As tenacious as a sow,
As idle as a cow,
Our big ‘ole dog was all mixed up
From a puppy until now.
Then one day the kindly farmer,
On whose farm he’d settled down
Approached our dog real slowly
While wearing a big frown.
The farmer said ‘things will be fine
But you really must agree,
You are a dog and not a swine
Now step inside for tea!’
She was pleased as punch
In time for lunch
she was just thirteen
but felt like a queen
Her name was Penelope
as pretty as a picture,
And that sir is no joke.
She lived a life of truth and virtue
vowing never, ever to smoke
Penelope frolicked just like a kid
She loved skipping rope but
never ever did.
As mischievous as a cat
We never knew where she was at.