The Uvalde children haunt me.
Always shadows on my mind.
Little faces fade to darkness.
Only mem’ries stay behind.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Always shadows on my mind.
Little faces fade to darkness.
Only mem’ries stay behind.
Life without Tucker
just isn’t the same.
No walk to the beach.
No ball-fetching game.
No picking up dog toys
or poop in the yard.
Life without Tucker’s
incredibly hard.
Pomp and Pageantry.
What a way to go!
I don’t want Royalty myself,
but it does make quite a show!
There are some who plead senility.
But, that’s not what is wrong with me.
I’m very happy to explain:
I’ve COVID Virus of the Brain.
Queen Elizabeth is dead.
King Charles is on the throne.
We savor England’s royalty
‘cause we have none of our own.
We could use a Royal Family
to sparkle up our news…
some folks we’d all tsk-tsk about,
who’d gripe us and amuse.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
I can hear their muffled cry.
“Mama? There’s a shooter….
Mama? Will I die?”
The news is what’s NOT happening.
The trains WON’T go on strike.
Commerce WILL keep flowing.
Our prices MIGHT NOT hike.
Charles ascended to the throne.
He’s well prepared. He’s ready.
In a world that’s filled with turbulence,
let’s pray his reign is steady.
What is today if not tomorrow?
A little more joy? A little more sorrow?
And, after all, what’s yesterday?
Each is only a day away.
The spiders think my bathtub
is a place for them to hide.
Alas for them…they’ll soon find out
they were better off outside.