Fall is frozen over

I was reading some old facebook posts of friends and one line in a post caught my eye. My friend had written in early November about a trip to Old Man's Cave in Ohio - a popular place to visit. He wrote that he was thinking of going back "when fall is frozen over." So, I wrote the following poem. When fall is frozen over  (2017) When fall is frozen over and The moon is slivered shut When the tree is trimmed and ready To gather presents underfoot It's then I like to sit with you In silence by the hearth And reminisce about old friends From whom we are apart No visit from St. Nicholas Or carol sung on high Can warm my heart as surely as Your words from time gone by "It always snows for Christmas" Still I laugh and don't believe, but Fall is frozen over and The moon is slivered shut

Goodness Knows

Goodness Knows

At the end of my yesterdays

I'll bid you adieu 

But today, I pray 

To keep Heaven at bay

I'm going there tomorrow

Just down the road

From where we've come

To goodness knows

Moronda Rights

You have the right to remain ignorant. Anything you say, write, or tweet can, and will be, mocked. You have the right to Facebook friends who share your moronic beliefs. You have the right to tweet your moronic beliefs to all the morons who follow you. You have the right to like only soldiers who were not captured. You have the right to burn a copy of the Bill of Rights when those sons of bitches take a knee during the National Anthem. You have the right to disrespect Gold Star families. You have the right to support the many good people in the KKK and other white supremacist groups. You have the right to get back on your psych meds ... or not. And, you have the right to run for President of the United States. If you cannot afford a MAGA hat, you can make one out of aluminum foil that will also protect you from the spy satellites Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton put overhead to keep track of your whereabouts.

Happy Holidays!