Month: September 2018

A mermaid might materialize, from thin air before your eyes. Standing by the water’s side, with true beauty she can’t hide. From the water she appears – presence way beyond her years. If there were A Mermaid Miss, she would surely look like this.

Start your meal with Chicken Wings, then bring on the Onion Rings. Why stop there just order Fries, then bring on the Luscious Pies. Don’t forget that Sirloin Roast, balanced with some Garlic Toast. Why not end with T-Bone Steak, top it off with Chocolate Cake. Eat this all and it will make, you surely … Read moreA Rhyming Meal

Free to me ain’t free to you, there are skeptics that it’s true. Be it words or sugared ham, there are some who see a SCAM. Hear it loud or read in print, is it true – well here’s a hint. Here’s a line with real punch, in real life – ain’t no Free Lunch!

Words in Rhyme and just for you, uniquely share the things you do. A catchy phrase – a unique Rhyme, and they’ll remember every time.

I composed a Reagan Rhyme, for she’s special all the time. She gives us Love that never misses, the best of all – her Hugs and Kisses!!!

My Golden Years are here for sure, unfortunately there is no cure. Indignities they do abound, the depth of them to me astound. From sagging skin to weakened knees, to spider veins that look like trees. A tiny plus by all accounts, my aging face gets great discounts!

The leaves of green they come in Spring, life is good and songbirds sing. Summer leaves sure have it made, lemonade out in the shade. For Winter leaves they take a nap, while snow is on the weather map. Fall leaves drop like freakin’ fountains, makes me rake huge leafin’ mountains.    

“H” is for Happiness one cannot Find, when Rage Trumps attempts to Truly be Kind. “A” is for Anger that Builds within One, and Leads to Assault with Fist or a Gun. “T” is for Terror that Others sure Feel, when One has such Fury it Doesn’t seem Real. “E” is for Empathy felt For … Read moreH-A-T-E

Two squirrels sitting on our deck, might seem sweet but wait a sec, they chew the wood – they make a mess, they are a pain – we must confess. They scold us some when we are out, but it’s our deck – what’s that about? When they’re around they’re clearly talky, and you can … Read moreTwo Squirrels

We’re curious about “The End”, for some it could be ’round the bend. Curtains, passing, the Grim Reaper, turns into the final sleeper. Be it up or be it under, to be sure no need to wonder. Far before you do arrive, your fate is set while you’re alive.