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.

 

 

Pumpkim carving:

Ray Villafane, http://villafanestudios.co

 

 

 

(Obviously written earlier)