I've been pondering whether to continue this blog, after catching up with old doggerels. How to maintain the silly tone in these dark, absurd times? Is it necessary levity or jarringly tone deaf? Well, I decided that when the mood strikes, I will "pome" -- it helps maintain my sanity. Plus, no one sees this blog!
Here's one I sent someone who is one year behind me...
Sister-In-Law Birthday Poem
Even though it's twenty-twenty
and complaints are plenty-plenty,
here come days to celebrate,
so why refrain or balk or wait?
In lieu of gifts this coming year
you'll get a pile of mail, I fear.
Yes, Medicare is quite aware
of each and ever-y grey hair.
They'll send you letters every day
till, "Stop, please STOP!" you'll start to pray.
They won't, of course, till you decide.
No, even then, you cannot hide.
Pretend each one's a birthday card (tee hee)
(don't tell me that I'm full of lard),
we have to try to make the best
until this year is put to rest!
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