Chicken pot pie?
The name is such a lie.
It doesn’t contain any pot!
You’ll feel quite full, but not...
Lately it occurs to me,
How much can hinge upon a knee.
I’m rambling on without a point,
But it may be my favorite joint!
In the midst of Pandemic Doom,
We produced it on Zoom.
Icicles on my eyebrows are a clue
That snow removal's what I love to do.
In a past life, I had some other job.
Not a computer programmer, that's for sure.
I doubt I was the leader of a mob.
I'd hate to think I was a stuck-up snob!
But fortunately my past lives are obscure,
Wonderfully lost somewhere in the mists of history,
Without hypnosis, doomed to remain a mystery,
And that's a good thing - it means I cannot regret -
I cannot recall, and analyze, and fret
Over what I did wrong through all those lives.
Perhaps I was a sharpener of knives,
That would have appealed to my conscientious side,
Putting a glistening edge on tools gone dull,
Singing while working, keeping my own heart full,
Making up words for tunes the world supplied.
The neighing of horses stabled nearby
Use to bore people senseless - so much they would cry.
This I have always understood
Is the source of our modem day term: “neigh-bore-hood”.
Got car stuck in snow,
Called up Triple-A tow.
But dug it out myself
And canceled the call for help.
Be careful when you sally
Forth in a snowy alley!
They told me they'd get to me in about 16 hours. I'm sure they're backed up with calls like this. But I didn't want to leave my car in the middle of an alley that long!
He battled widespread age discrimination
And became the oldest leader of our nation -
I believe that's cause for celebration!
At least it helps me overcome my fear
That it's too late for me to start a career
In politics - I might just run next year!
I wonder if babies feel stressed
At being born undressed.
Do they notice that everyone's staring
At what they're not wearing?