MONDAY NIGHT’S POEM
With all the boo boos and yoo hoos,
to-do’s, who-are-you’s, e-mail news.
Poetry Month and broken hips,
cherry blossoms and weather dips,
serve up a poem, slightly rare
with metaphors, if you should dare.
Oh, there’ll be some deep; otherwise
we’ll aim for paucity of lies.
This ev’ry Tuesday writing thing
plays bonkers with the yan of ying.
Should you want me to be quiet now
I’ll heed your wishes with a bow.
Ray Villafane, http://villafanestudios.co
(Obviously written earlier)