Just a little rhyme I wrote last week when we received 12 inches of snow the day after it was 71 degrees. Talk about dashed hopes. At least it looks like we are headed back into a warming trend for the next two weeks.
Category: Rhyming
~My Dad Taught Me How to Drive~
Purely a work of fiction my friends. In reality, I learned to drive from my brothers, David, Paul and Phil. In an old beat-up Ford pickup truck on the gravel backroads of Wakenda.
It took an hour to get ready,
even to just drive around the block.
First, he would check the oil, kick the tires,
tune the radio and set the clock.
Then he’d adjust all of the mirrors,
check the wipers and wash the head light.
Not sure why he’d worry about it,
cause he could not see to drive at night.
He could not start any adventure,
and not stop at the liquor store first.
Had to grab a six of Budweiser,
he’d say, “so he did not die of thirst.”
He’d stop at the bottom of the ramp.
trying to get onto the freeway.
Then set his cruise control at forty,
his signal light flashing the whole way.
You know he could not drive fifty-five,
but stayed right there in the passing lane.
Traffic backed up for about a mile,
wave his finger at all who’d complain.
Before he could make a right-hand turn,
he had to come to a complete stop.
Drove around the lot for an hour,
while mom went into the store to shop.
The Silence of Nature
Sometimes it shrieks, hoots or creaks,
whistles, cries, trills or squeaks,
rattles, russles gurgles or moans,
babbles, crackles, grunts or groans.
Sometimes it chatters, chirps or howls,
baas, ribbits, hisses, roars or growls,
cackles, coos, squawks or crows,
chitters, bleats, clucks or bellows.
Sometimes it, barks, buzzes or caws,
clicks, gobbles, gurbles or heehaws,
moos, humms, oinks, meows or neighs,
peeps, purrs, quacks, snuffles or brays
the silence of nature is a never-ending song,
forget your troubles and come sings along.
New Year’s Toast
We must forget the past and work,
together for a brighter morn.
Let hatred die with the old year,
and let our new future be born.
So, let us touch our glasses,
together in a toast to better ways.
Here’s to your prosperity my friends,
may life bring you better days…
~My Favorite Movie~
Seems these days there’s a million shows,
of every make and every kind.
Trying to find that perfect one,
it is enough to blow my mind.
I flipped through all the streaming stuff,
I admit I have quite a few.
Searching and scrolling, looking for,
something that’s exciting and new.
After what seemed like an hour,
I found the one I wanted to see.
I leaned back in my recliner,
just my popcorn, my blanket and me.
I woke up three hours later,
the movie played and was gone.
The screen said are you still watching,
would you like to see another one.
With all these choices I have now,
I am afraid I must confess.
I don’t search through them anymore,
I still watch reruns of NCIS.
Jerry Brotherton 