Another Woody Allen Flick

Another Woody Allen Flick

Has got me thinkin’ ‘bout dyin’;

Jesus, of all the movies to pick,

Now dammit, I feel like cryin’.

Religion, mortality, holy cow,

Woody’s monologue a runnin’ riff,

And me well, I’m thinkin’ now,

Ain’t a woody a different kind of stiff?

Sorry, I know I can be crude,

And a deeper thinker I wish I could,

But all this talk of dyin’ dude

Has got me touchin’ so much wood.

Bring Me Magic

Bring me magic I ask my muse,

Words to pop inside my head;

Just like that they’re yours to choose

And I will write what you have said.

So very easy this craft of mine,

I am nothing but a simple scribe;

Words a plenty upon a line,

I will follow what you decide.

Oh, fast to flow you’re on a roll,

This pen of mine is on the move,

So very easy these words you dole,

Man, I tell you we’re in a groove.

You’re the best oh muse of mine,

Your words to flow like beer on tap;

Keep them coming, you’re doing just fine,

And so what if they’re mostly crap.

For they pay me by the word;

What the Dickens, you’re kidding me?

I know my muse it is absurd,

But I’m so glad that you agree.

One Shoe Willie

They said he had an old soul,

Right from the time he was young;

One shoe Willie with eyes like coal

Was like a song yet to be sung.

A sad song maybe I should have said,

A boy born to sing the blues;

One shoe Willie to his Momma’s dread

For she knew he was meant to lose.

From the very time he could walk,

Willie would not make a good slave;

A runner always would be the knock,

Like he had one foot in the grave.

One shoe toward the North Star

While the other barefooted stuck;

One shoe Willie dreamed of freedom far,

And died running out of luck.

Annabelle Lee

For my first love Annabelle Lee,
This poem I write for you,
And though you won't remember me,
My long ago love remains true.

I see you yet with your blonde curls,
And the freckles upon your nose,
And though I said I hated girls,
I was just afraid, I suppose.

I'm sorry if I made you cry,
And would that I could dry your tears,
And now with so much time gone by,
I wistfully recall those early years.

Hurtful words I never meant to say,
Please forgive me Annabelle Lee,
And would there was another way,
But my love I couldn't let you see.

A Kleenex Box

A Kleenex box in flowers bold

Upon the toilet resting there;

And one fluffy white to grab hold,

While one more pops in place to share.

Pop, pop, pop goes the Kleenex box,

Followed after by newer tissues;

And pop, pop, pop, this really rocks,

This dispenser so softly issues.

For issues are what it’s all about;

Pop, pop, pop, they’ll wipe away.

Yes, Kleenex tissues have no doubt,

Will get you through a snotty day.

A Nipple Tweaker

A nipple tweaker has J Lo;

I'm not kidding, I saw it on TV!

With her entourage he goes -

Man that's something to be!

How much would a job like that pay?

What qualifications do you need?

Soft hands I'd have to say

And perhaps long fingers to knead.

Now my hands are a little rough,

And my fingers may be a tad short,

But I have been working on some stuff

And for this job I'll gladly report.

Oh yes, I've been working out,

Exercising these fingers non-stop.

Yes Jennifer, I have no doubt,

As a tweaker, I'm the cream of the crop.

So call me Jen, we'll do lunch,

And your nipples I'll make them perk.

Yes, a great team I have a hunch,

And with you I'd love to work.

Bridge's Burned

I met a man form out of state

Who seemed to be a bit on edge;

Filled he was with so much hate,

And from the past what he would dredge.

“Get over it.” I’d often say.

“Take a break, what’s done is done.”

But attention, do you think he’d pay?

Man, the dude was some kind of fun.

What a downer to be around,

And so it was I got away;

But then I saw a girl he’d found

And I thought he might be okay.

So I introduced myself, you know,

And very nice she seemed to be;

But I had to think she must be slow,

If his hatred she couldn’t see.

And so I asked him how he’d been

When suddenly he began to curse,

And then it was I began to glean,

The nice young lady was his nurse.

And how he hated me that I learned,

In that moment of our greeting,

Which reminded me of bridge’s burned,

And why the hell was I repeating?