Each day begins much like the last
with sun and bright bird songs
Oh yes they sing as well do wives
who often hum along.
Reminds one of the birds and bees
old man remembers wishes
confabulating memories
bees nests, lawn tools and kisses.
He tries now to remember
his fantasies run quick
away, away so far away
Oh have a nice porridge.
As she enters smiling
after a long bath
now in the kitchen baking
then eggs and bacon
Lass!
Just the way he likes them
now energized more fun
afternoon will be here soon
quite sure his luck's not done.
Old man jokes abounding
watch out for heart attacks!
If she dies, she dies
he says
Oh go delusive Jack!
There's humming
in the kitchen
ice echoes
through the frig
like a starter pistol
whizzing past his head.
Where has she gone
this morn?
he writes
let's read to her our poem
treat her to the wonders of
the poet and his words
then paddles off to find her
resting on the spread
as whispering his verses
big pillows bust his head!
Each day begins
much like the last
except the ones
broadcast.
De-lighted in the afternoon
bruised about the head
kicked and swept away
he laughs
birdies in the bedroom
now rope-a-dope instead.
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