RIP TIDE

World’s in a rip tide

And many have died.

The life guards are drunk

The rafts have all sunk.

Poseidon seems glad;

Or has he gone mad?

BOWLING

We pins are set awaiting

The big Ball’s terminal roll

Lonely here together

Fit place for a wayward soul.

We know who rolls the big ball.

Fed up with His rotted offspring,

Biting the bullet but sad

He’s the Grandad of Everything.

Nan Nov 23

And an oldie:

OOPS!

Humpty Trumpty

sat on a wall.

Humpty Trumpty

had a great fall.

Tho all his horses and

all his men

tried to put Humpty

back together again

They couldn’t,  ’cause

he was never together.

So they set him up

with mirror and mike

and fed him hamburgers.

Some passersby pitied him

and tried to help

But he called them names

so they sadly left him there

where he still struts

to this very day.

By Nan….years ago

And this day and this day…