Flat soda switch out
When your soft drink sitting out is flat
Should you be upset by that?
Tell me what the standard is
With soda pops that lose their fiz.
Too often I’ve made the two-can mistake,
Left one out and grabbed another.
When concentration is allowed to break,
I go for one, then grab the other.
For me it’s the same feeling I get
When I drink milk but some how think
I should be tasting OJ and yet
I’m holding a completely different drink.
Utensils for Eating Ice Cream
Ice cream should only be served with a small spoon.
So that the end will not arrive too soon.
A large spoon makes the moment all too short
But will suffice if it’s a last resort.
The other exception that I could make
Is eating ice cream with my cake.
I wouldn’t break the cake-fork combination
For the small spoon Ice cream sensation.
Plastic forks though, change the rule of play
Since you don’t know when a prong might break away.
When using plastic, a spoon’s the way to go
To be safe on all utensil rules I know.
But the one ice cream utensil that’s the best
By far, held up above the rest
That trumps the spoon rules I suppose
Would be the one that’s underneath your nose.
So Little Saturday
I’ve gotten one or two things off my list and underway
But there’s so much to do and yet so little Saturday.
I should clean the basement, but it’s beautiful outside
I go to mow lawn, but can only say ,“I tried”.
I should fix the mower, so the next time that it’s nice
I could mow instead of thinking that I’ve tried to fix this twice.
There’s a pumpkin patch, some party and some patience that is waiting
For me to take a hold of before this Saturday is fading.
Mac Packaging
If you’re a user of technology
Remember that it’s meant to be
A help to functionality,
Not packaging psychology.
Breakfast Sandwich: Eggs Over Medium on Toast
When the yoke’s about to burst
I do a simple action first.
A pre-squeeze makes my sandwich flat
So I’ll avoid the strayed egg splat
That shoots off from the sandwich side
To Rorschach shapes of yellow dyed
In dress shirts that now wear the joke
Of sandwiches that squirt out yoke.
Reminded of train set trees
I took a drive to the airport down a freeway lined with trees
That weaved between the hillsides, filled with color that one sees
Preserved in train set fashion in a perfect autumn blush,
Although the leaves of train sets aren’t replaced with winter slush.
My bank changed its name
One day they’ll make bank signs cheaper
like Halloween USA.
A temporary keeper
Of the name they picked that day
They’ll stretch their flimsy banner
Across the stonework on the lawn
And call the formal manor
A name that will be gone
By the time I order checks
And see that they’ve arrived.
I bet they’ll have the next
New name that they’ve contrived.
I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, but if I were to go, I can’t imagine a better way to go. -Andy
Choking on the Eucharist
There might be some theology I’ve missed
But if I find my life has to be done
I hope that I choke on the Eucharist
If I’m to end this life without a list
Complete, or even one that has begun,
There might be some theology I’ve missed,
But I’d still welcome a death that was kissed
By the Real Presence of Jesus the Son.
I hope that I choke on the Eucharist.
I wonder if it’s a sin to insist
To die with Jesus and rise with the Sun.
There might be some theology I’ve missed,
If Hell tried to take me, I’d raise my fist
Victorious at the devil who thought he had won.
I hope that I choke on the Eucharist.
I smile at the thought of Satan pissed
If I died at the instant his work was undone.
There might be some theology I’ve missed.
I hope that I choke on the Eucharist.
Horses
The horse throws you.
He knows you
As the type of person who stays on the ground
And so you take the time to look around
And decide you won’t let up,
So then you get up.
He’ll throw you down to remember-when
But he now knows you’ll get up again.
Insect Victory
This fly is bugging me.
No, I’m not waving you down
This bug that you can’t see
Is flying all around
And trying hard to find
The most annoying spot
To land and then unwind.
My foe is finally caught,
Turned to bug guts on my fingers
So I brush him on my pants.
Insect victory will linger
On my leg, I see three ants.
BonjourPoetry 