Thoughts Upon a Tassimo

chai tea latte

 

O steaming hiss, O spiced delight

Which percolates this frigid night,

You melt the coldest, hardest heart

By brewing scalding works of art.

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You know it’s cold when your own government puts out public service announcements warning you to stay indoors because of a dangerous wind-chill factor. Long live the Tassimo!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pretending

O sun-kissed spider, comic elf

Gambolling on leafy shelf,

Scaring children with your stares,

Catching insects unawares;

Multi-legged and multiplied,

Arachnids fully satisfied;

What tangled web you surely weave

In silly, harmless make-believe!

Do Blondes Really Have More Fun?

You’ve changed your petals for moppy locks,

Slipped into more fashionable, flirty frocks,

Your natural roots turn the heads of the jocks –

Do blondes really have more fun?

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Your attitude reeks of laissez-faire,

Confidence, and devil-may-care,

Your tresses seem to be more than just hair –

Do blondes really have more fun?

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If I find a bottle of just the right hue,

And douse my own crown with wizardish glue,

Maybe then I will gain a crucial clue –

Do blondes really have more fun?

This She Can Play!

The blossoms of youth have abandoned ship,

No blush of innocence stains her cheek;

Her false teeth often misplace her lips

And all of her joints now ache and creak.

A cap of grey fuzz replaced her tresses,

Some body parts sag like an apron in front;

The young ones object to how she dresses,

Her verbiage tends to be much more blunt –

But oh! the freedom to do as she wants,

The pressures to wow are fallen away;

A joker’s cap rakishly follows her jaunts –

At last she is she, and this she can play!

This is what is left after the peony’s bloom is finished – and I couldn’t help but notice the jaunty joker’s hat!  🙂