A letter came from Renee’,
Was glad to find her okay…
When next I write
She said I should type,
So reading it wouldn’t take all day!
I smelled a skunk last night,
In the middle of a rainstorm flight…
The skunk had to be
Not the best way to spend a cold night!
I tired of my boneless chicken,
It was cold and not “finger-licking”…
A cold burger too
I chewed right through,
If a balloon, I’d be ready for sticking!
The rain goes on and on,
It’s supposed to last through dawn…
May be rain “blessed”,
Will tents be put up on the lawn?
Main gate remains open in rain,
To avoid the extra pain…
If power goes “squush”
We manually push
Open the gate closed down..
i have my lap-top plugged in,
Its battery life to extend…
In this rain storm
The computer gets warm,
And needs cool-down time near nights end!
Two days yet until the birthday
Of Sputnik, starting the Space age…
My parents were distracted–
Their second boy was extracted
From a womb most happy that tiring day!
The man with curled hair on his forehead,
His writings were certainly florid…
When he was good
He was very, very good,
But when bad he was beyond just horrid!
My wife and I get along,
Better after I was gone
Into a lock-down
Till I came around,
Getting out–sang my happiest song!
This writing of poetry
Keeps him off the streets, you see…
Won’t invite curses,
From what he used to be!