Holidays

I bought and wrapped
I baked and broiled
I set and served
and sweat and toiled

Now it's my turn
to sit and read
while others do
the clean-up deeds!

What am I?

I have two ends

Both are essential,

for working up

to my potential.

If my sharp end has not been broken

then it will write your words, unspoken.

And when you need an error chaser,

my other end has an eraser!

I'm tired!

I'm tired of cookng
I'm tired of eating
I'm tired of cleaning
I'm tired of greeting
I'm tired of smiling
And to make matters worse,
I even am tired
of writing this verse!

Holidays Are Coming

Chanukah is coming
So is Christmas day
Time to be with family
Be it work or play

Time to count your blessings
And be of good cheer
To all of you who read this
Have a glorious new year!

Burp!

The bird is gone
Stuffing and meat
and all the sides,
so great to eat!

Right now I'm happy
as can be
The only thing
that's stuffed is me!

My blog is locked!

My blog is locked!
How can that be?
I am not spam.
I am just me.

I'll wait one day
or maybe two.
I hope by then
they'll follow through.

When I'm released
when I am free
I'm going to throw
away the key!

Today

Today it snowed.
My rooftop's white.
Now days are short
with longer nights.
I hope that Santa
finds his way
to my rooftop
in his big sleigh.
What if the snow
Just melts away?
Will he return
another day?

What am I?

I am
readable,
tote-able,
give-able,
quote-able,
laugh-able,
cry-able,
share-able,
buy-able,
love-able,
write-able,
Always delight-able!

Excuses

Excuses for not writing!

I got the flu
Then broke my wrist
The power went out
I lost my list
I overslept
My mind went blank
To compensate
I overdrank!
This all is true
I would not lie!
From this day on
I will comply!

Elections

The 4th of november
A day to remember
We've had our elections
And made our selections
Thank God for the freedom
for me and for you
Three cheers for our colors
of red, white and blue!

Seasons

When March rolls 'round
Spring sprouts.
By early June
Summer shouts!
In late September
Autumn falls,
And in December...
winter squalls!

What If?

What if it snowed forever more
and never ever stopped?
What if it reached the door, the roof ,
And pointy chimney tops?
What if it kept on snowing till
it bumped into the sky?
Then we would all be stuck inside
Till early in July!

When

When beds can fly and dreams come true
and walls bow down to let me through,
When chairs and tables learn to walk
and squeaky doors decide to talk,
When floors grow grass and ceilings rain,
I’d like to be a child again.

A poem a day

keeps dementia away!

A Poem a Day