Spontaneous Poems

Alright now you A2K-ers
old friend Edgar needs your bread,
'hands up' high or say your prayers,
No tricks now, or you'll be dead!

Hi, jjorge. Hey, I'm serious. Where's all that dough?

In the Bush era all the dough is in the upper crust.

Gosh, gall darn, and golly gee!
here I am at sexty-three!

Still young (inside) and feeling frisky,
Guess I'll cell-ee-brate...

with whiskey

Happy birthday jjorge
Let's celebrate
With lots of booze
And birthday cake

Let the whiskey flow -- a river!
We'll sin the sin that makes us quiver,
(both as taker and as giver)
Tomorrow we'll confront our livers.

Have a happy one, jjorge.

I went to sleep last night
had a dream like a falling kite
I dreamed that you had died
I felt that weariness inside

The only way I found that I could keep you
Darlin' was I knew that I would eat you
Dragged your body to the kitchen eagerly
Worked into the night so busily

A roast, a little meat pie
A burger and a ribeye
Hey, I roll it in the dough
Even make menudo

I wanna taste you
I wanna baste you
I wanna sizzle and fry
Soup and salad I cry

Gravy and I'll sop you up
Save the drippings in a cup
Cracklin for a Sunday treat
Love you darlin time to eat

Happily I awakened dear
To find that you still were here
You're better than a sandwich to me
So we gonna live together happily

Edgar, there's something very weird and wonderful going on inside your head!

Last night I dreamt
I ate a marshmallow
And woke today
Without a pillow

I couldn't help it. It was there. I had to post it.

Marshmallow Mountain
A beauteous thing to see
With crusts of walnuts
Splashing chocolate glee
and little sprinkles abound

Edible monument
Better than orgies of sex
Burrowing like a worm
Wild chomping vortex
Make the mountain a mound

I feast my eyes
On your body
A banquet of love
C'mon let's fly it

Let me lick and suck
Taste the essence of you
Sate myself with you
But alas, I'm on a diet

(Husker headed for hospital this am. This popped out.)

Oh brother, brother, brother,
our songs as arrows fly
against anything that would harm you.
Our prayers are withering
the storms around you.
Here, sit here, beside us
and say what a merry night
we shall have next Christmas.

Joe(listening)Nation

Husker has a mountain of a burden, daily. Here's hoping the docs can get him cured.

god is a burden keeps me down and crazy
from birth when young and strong
to when barris strikes the gong
and i drop his lard ass to pluck a daisy

I like it Edgar.

mellow is the night
when crickets spawn
beneath the grassy lawn
the moon in our eyes
black crispy skies
my hand in yours tight

marshmallows on sticks
browned and charred
cooked 'round a campfire
in our backyard
darkness settles in
for the longest of nights
just scratching your feet
relieves itchy mosquito bites