It’s my deathbed piano sonata
Fond farewell I say to a lotta
Note: At door there’s a fist--
A bouncer with the list
Of any persona non grata
Author's Note: This was inspired by my neighbor Lillian We were talking the other day about dying and the fact that certain relatives would not be welcome at the party--the ones who have been nothing but trouble in life Can't we at least enjoy our own demise?
Thankyou And Farewell - Charmaine Chircop's Blog
In One Spot Concentrated
My poems in one spot are concentrated;
Should I either have waited or hesitated;
So to pass test,
What will be best?
Be put in other places I contemplated.
Charmaine has her poems all over the place.
Her name reminds me of Charlemagne.
If only, perhaps, I could wish it away
Ship it to nowhere, just a stowaway stray
No time for farewell
Too late, gotta bail
And please don’t return on a sunshiny day
I know this guy named Scotty
He invited his Harem for toddy
So they all can sit and talk,
About anything, that pops up
Now they are done with their cup,
They bid farewell to MrKippen
And promise to come back, hopping and skippin.