A POEM I WROTE once upon a time

THE GIRL IN THE SNAKESKIN PANTS Thursday, May 18, 2000 He returned that night an awful fright And looked a mite disheveled. So sad and blue—but you’d be too Had you been thus “she-deviled” In snakeskin pants she came to dance Her top no more than sequins Wore nine-inch heels as wide a wheels And that’s but where she begins “But first we dine, dear love of mine” He was feeling rather handsome But by the time she’d done her dine He’d spent a royal ransom She dined on mince and slices of quince And topped it off with champagne Next came cheese blintz and cocktail shrimp Then voila, the main course came Fillet Minion—one pearl onion A sauce made out of capers Trout Almondine next on the scene Was wrapped in fine rice papers The desert bar—stood not too far She lit off in a tizzy Just the desert—made his wallet hurt And made his head feel dizzy Then off they tore to the parquet floor To tango and to rumba Before ‘twas o’er his feet were sore And he was wheezy in his tumba What may excite before the night May make you feel like Tarzan But in the sun—when it’s said and done Will you still think you’re a “He-man?”

MURKY WATERS

I think I will start throwing in poems I have written...one or two...here and there 08/31/1995 So you think you are a poet? You can make two verses rhyme. You are giddy and you’re singing. And you’re happy all the time. You think you are a poet? You think the world is yours? You think the sun is shining, Through perpetually open doors? I’ll tell you something fellow, Before you’ve gone too far; Before you are committed, Before your soul you mar; Poetry is awful, It’s reflecting on the past, It’s peering in the future, It’s the storm before the mast. It is wading in new waters, They are murky and they’re black; And the tide will draw you under. And you’ll never more look back. It’s reliving your past failures. It’s hoping you are sane. Poetry is suffering, Poetry is pain..

Much ado about nothing

Wednesday, July 16, 2008 Not a lot to report. Corey and I have worn a path between Corey's and Lowes in American Fork. We and the employees there are nearly on a first-name basis. We're still getting more pea-gravel for a paver base and getting edging so the pea-gravel doesn't spill out from under the pavers at the edges causing them not to stay in place. I am still getting worn out watching Corey work. It is going a little slow because Corey is doing all this after a full day at the office but I/we are getting excited that we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Stacey took pictures of the next-door neighbor's (which is identical to theirs before they started on it) and how there place looks like now and I will instruct them/or I will take updated pictures including the finished product. I also gave Corey instructions to forward the pictures to Niki who is a little out of sorts over being the only one still living out of town.