Poems
A couple of couplets.
Thick brown sludge,
the drink of grown ups.
Always was a kid,
and never tried the stuff.
and never tried the stuff.
A lapse in my thinking,
I brewed up a cup.
I brewed up a cup.
Drank it down fast,
and now I am stuck.
and now I am stuck.
Zounds. It astounds.
Ive been putting on the pounds.
Getting pudgy in my tummy.
My metabolisms down.
I ask, “Will you love me any less
when there's more of me abound?”
“Of course not, my dear
but exercise please, lest you end up in the ground.”