I’m alone in a house with a box of See’s Choc’late.
Pretty soon my company’s coming.
I try to hold out. I try to wait.
But I feel myself succumbing.
I’m alone in a house with a box of See’s Choc’late.
Pretty soon my company’s coming.
I try to hold out. I try to wait.
But I feel myself succumbing.
Applets and Cotlets are biting the dust.
Another Icon is gone.
We had them a hundred years or so.
The taste of a nation moves on.
Google says it’s sunny today.
Google says it will be warm.
I looked outside at the dripping skies,
and noticed we’re true to form.
The Everett sky is grim and gray—
not a ray that I can find.
But I know in my heart that Google’s right.
Weather’s just a state of mind.
Today I’m burning a candle for you
to help your heart to sing.
The candle is a comfort and guide
through what the day will bring.
My kitties had to go to see the vet.
It’s routine. Still, they hate to do it.
But, they hunkered down. They were all good cats.
And somehow we all got through it.
Eleven hundred people died.
Two million got the vaccine.
And many more threw off their masks
for the Spring Break Party Scene.
I reached out for a rainbow
but it slipped away from me.
The colors danced and shimmered
leaving just their memory.
Did you see the crescent moon tonight
hov’ring high in the Western sky?
A strip of glimmering, shimmering light—
not a single star near by.
My cats and I get along quite well.
The relationship is clear.
They do whatever they want to,
and I don’t interfere.
I follow with alacrity
the CDC’s insistence:
Wash your hands.
Wear your mask.
And keep your social distance.