Josephine-Ellen-May Tyler-Melrose
(That’s Bobby and Sally-Anne's Gran)
has hairs on her chin, a wart on her nose
and a deep voice that sounds like a man.

But their Gran can fix anything broken, it seems.
(The kids secretly think she is magic).
And when she smiles, her face grows sunbeams
and she somehow turns comic from tragic.

It's really cold outside
The rain has stopped
But it's still moist and damp
And I'd rather stay inside. Abba

At this age running fifties
It's not so easy
In this skin
No longer twenties or thirties.

Outside is so cold and dreary
Like my sour attitude
Simply not in the mood
For messy yelling kids, feeling weary.

A fruit of my womb
Interjected her thought
You're bi-polar
Took me back with a boom.

if you missed the rail I’m on
one left dirty, clean one’s gone
when you’re living
with some girls
one hundred towels

Touching the other side
of the silent
flat chested moon.

I thought the moon was a flat mirror
till the Digest struck me dumb

Naive okay straightforward idiot
the moon runs faster than does the sun
and
shows the front face only to human

and
now tis your reflection
go get the other half across the moon
soon
if you can run faster too
can you
F uuuuuuu

Body so limp and weak
Lying and crying barely able to speak
Warm liquid running down
Lips permanently worn in a frown
Salty water running down my face
Quiet sobs fill the air in a quickend pace
Always afraid and alone
No ones around to call my own
Writing all of my last goodbye's
Tonight's the night I'll finally die

Peppermint

i could never be
chosen
never daring
not a coward

Riding on bywayrs
avoiding the ju8bilant
themes of the great republic

Saffron

awoke to dusks thin ache
behind the summer horizon
and meet

a mended friendship
ttwixt intimate the fear
a shadow maligngering
and near

Fairy Tales ain't my cup of tea
Chrys n Anne why can't you see
If a tumble I take in your shop
you'll need to gimme a little prop

I will mess up Jack with Jay kill
and Hyde him from the devil
till Alice sleeps well at her home
to wake up in Sherlock's Holm

Laurel hardly stirred my muse
Hardy always made me confuse
by the time if ever I got it right
humor was lost in my plight

Tolerance was once noble creature none resent
The wilting moons snow grass,whimsical breathtaking
Wood wards clived unto by sunshine ,choreographed
But that in jeopardy whom it indispose
There was no blended salvaged, moon capsule
Castle owners in the oblique opera

Unknown because it sounds as a figure
It is like sl--ce without the u.I aberration
Shard was weeping in shades of umbrella
The sun was a broom, first Olympians
Ran marathons and of dispenseries fell
Bringing the tidings also the deities fell