Tuesday, February 22, 2011

When I was younger I wanted to be a pirate
I thought I could swagger like a pro
But sometimes I would take a break
To fight dragons like Bilbo.

Apparently I wanted to be a stylist
When I hacked myself a new haircut,
For I time I wanted Dave Barry’s job
But then my writing hit a rut.

I’m writing now to notify you
My new dream job could come true
Because all I want to do
Is make dinner everyday for two.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Consider this an invitation
To tell all the world,
In a blog like a banner
That to all has been unfurled.

Maybe it’ll say
“Mission Accomplished”
Like a former president
Who that had wished.

Or maybe you could
Make a movie,
Get a guy named Rufus
To make the soundtrack groovy.

Or maybe you will
Write about dinner
Because there aren’t enough foodie blogs
And a new one will be a winner.

Limerick Friday #32

There once was a city devoted to the rose
The people all put a flower to their nose
They chant more than sing
And they don’t have a king
But by midnight it’s where every slacker goes.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Could computers predict
My love for you?
Could Watson book
A nook for two?

Maybe I’m just a dummy,
Who could be poisoned by emotion,
But I’m driving with passion,
This isn’t powered by mechanical locomotion.

Even positions of planets don’t matter
You could be a leo or a ‘tarius,
But it’s just you and me
And together we will carry us.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I didn’t mean to libel
It was just a case of bad grammar
When I said, “get used”
You saw “get sued”
And now we have a case
Bordering on Madoff proportions.

To be fair
It won’t be the first time
The TSA at Logan
Are confronted with a whale
Of a suit.

It’s just that the plaintiff’s protests
Have always been beaten
By an arsenal of attorneys.

What now can we do?
The metaphorical gun’s to our head.
At this point, I’d rather keep singing to the world
Even if it means our case will end up dead.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Watson, I think our budget is in jeopardy.
We better line up the suspects
And throw away the key.

We can pretend we’re playing wall-ball
Just get me a Spaulding,
We’ll forget about economics
When our behinds are scalding.

Or bring out the dog-and-pony show
And converse with the contestants,
Talk as much as you like,
Maybe we’ll win awards for being hesitant.

Happy Valentine's Day

Eyes are a reflection of the soul.
You have beautiful eyes,
And I love them as I love your soul.
You don’t realize the feelings that arise
When I look at your soul.
Your lips draw me like a magnet to a pole
When the moon like your heart is full
And lights your face like the skies.
But when clouds cover the sky
Your eyes shine like beacons warning me that
Your lips have drawn me too close to a cliff,
Too close to a kiss.
So I close my eyes in anticipation,
Waiting for our lips to touch
And waiting for our souls to connect through the soft touch.
It is almost too much when my eyes open and your eyes open
And our souls look at each other
As if they just met because they did just meet for a second
And combine with the touch.
It is almost too much for me to say, "I love you."
Because words are not necessary when two souls connect
And bring their lips along with them
And love is felt.
So I won’t say I love you,
I’ll just say, "I love your eyes, and you have a beautiful soul."