Burst of fun

Let the words roll off your tongue
A merry dance of letters and rum
A fine tuned jig of quips and quotes
That's all I have, so that's all she wrote!

Silver-tongue

Too many lovers is your downfall
Too little heart is what makes you small
Having a child to further your mission
It the very height of callous ambition
No virtue do you have anymore
In fact, most would consider you a wh*re

Lake rhyme

A peaceful view
With nothing to do
Is nothing new
But still true blue

Phone groan

A brighter day now that we know
Unlocking a phone is no way to go
Too much trouble and too much worry
Over something not worth the hurry
Let's take our time to find the one
That will be a better bundle of fun

Angry

Gone the smiles and laughter too
Scowl and burn is all you do
Never happy anymore
And yet you keep on wanting more
It's getting hard to absorb it all
It's slowly building a dense wall

Minion love

Maniacal minions

Make much merriment

With madcap moves

Made to amuse

Summers Past

The summer's here and so are we
Gazing at the youth we see
Remembering hazy days gone past
Those crazy moments we thought would last
Now we relive every line
Of that lovely by-gone time
Through the young eyes near our hearts
Watching fondly all their starts
Knowing only that this too will fade
Leaving only an intangible shade

Eyes Open

Long ago I looked
At what I might turn out to be
And there I saw a shadow
Of a person just like me

A watery silhouette
Of potential coalescing
A smokey, hazy being
On the edge of slowly morphing

Today I looked again
And quite to my dismay
The shadow had solidified
Into a deeper shade of grey

Potential had seeped away
Into the apathy of youth
And with sudden understanding
I witnessed the naked truth

Cracker-jack!

I love the way you make me laugh
A song, a dance, a whine
You voice a cracker-jack whirly-gig
Your spirit transcendent and sublime
Watching you skip along the path
A joy for all to see
As through your freedom we find our joy
A release from anxiety

Arthur Art

A stroke of genius flowing from your brush
A twisted beauty with heaving bust
Blended well with a crimson tide
A saucy air, locks untamed and wild
Blushed cheeks, with challenging eyes
A gorgeous gal and a vaulted prize
No better mind for works of gold
Than that a master painter breaking the mold