On Halloween night I will strut
Dressed like Jabba the Hut
Many sweets I will eat
As it is trick or treat
And double the size of my butt
A simple note for your natal anniversary
Would be no more then simply just cursory.
Yes, a word or two to wish to you
A happy birthday just wouldn't do
So I simply wrote for you this little verse, you see?
There once was a Fawkes name of Guy
Whose dastardly plans went awry
Now in November
We still remember
And take pleasure in watching him fry
see about poem
A hundred years ago lest we forget
They paid a price and paid a debt!
Soldiers in a world at war
Battled on a foreign shore,
And so say us all God bless the Vet.
Blow out the candles on your birthday cake.
Before you do that, there’s one wish you make.
Wish for one more year
to stick around here.
We’ll need one more candle, goodness sake!
Ah, If Columbus had not sailed
for America: the new land,
cigarettes wouldn't kill
those feeling the chill...
many would be alive, not dead!
Welcome to my naughty Halloween
Meet my dark and beautiful dream
On this night she's a witch
But by day not a stitch
So she's a stripper, but she's still my Queen
After tossing back too many shots,
My tummy got tied up in knots.
But the outhouse fell down,
now a king with no crown,
I cover up where I must: "Thank You Scotts'!"
You could have been completely free
But I love you and you love me
We’re still together
Through joy and bad weather
For one more anniversary
Christmas Day will never be the same
Whilst companies who will only think gain
It's charms now diluted
Frankly, the fat cats are solely to blame
The luck of the Irish has always been
St Patrick did not preach for men to preen
in great lewdness and less love
but for friends to look above...
with gratitude garnished with touch of green.
Written 02/4/ 2017
Stylish Zelli's shoes are unique,
they stand out in my neat boutique;
what a distinguished look
in a suit nobody took...
green cognac is gorgeous and chic!
You are not welcome in bed.
Go sleep on the sofa instead.
The problem my dear
Is appallingly clear
You've forgotten the day that we wed.
Fifty years ago on the moon went Man
T'was a trip that had long before begun
When he dreamed flying up high
To soar wished and reach the sky
Now planets wants to conquer if he can!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 July 2019
The loudest composer, ’tis clear,
was Beethoven - man of the year.
The Germans are proud
of music that’s loud
because Ludwig van couldn’t hear.
Today it's been 7 months since my last epileptic seizure
What a fantastic anniversary, it couldn't have been sweeter
Can I just assume it's finally
Been conquered undeniably
I'm heaving a monumental sigh of relief justifiably
Went to Cape Cod for our 25th anniversary
For our 30th went back and got her, must be wary
That's really not nice
But I did have a choice
So we're back together now and still married