Author: maiamom

Three marigolds escaped the rabbits,

despite their wanton eating habits!

The marigolds are orange and gay.

They lift my heart.  They bright my day.

Today I send a simple wish

to speed you on your way

I hope that ev’ry thing is fine.

I hope your day’s Okay.

Many people see the sun, and,

they don’t find it strange.

Up here, when we see the sun,

We know it’s Climate Change.

Those wascally wabbits

are dwiving me NUTS.

There’s lots of green stuff in my lawn.

Why don’t they eat clover?

Why don’t they eat weeds?

Why don’t they eat GRASS and be GONE?

I battle with the bunnies

‘bout who gets to eat zucchini.

My final epitaph will read:

“A Bunny-Hating Meanie.”

I like to bake zucchini bread.

I think my bread’s a winner.

I like to eat it for my lunch.

And breakfast.  And for dinner.

I found another plain string mop.

It’s light enough for sissies.

It wouldn’t rate a second glance

from Ajax or Ulysses.

It won’t clean up a factory

nor a department store.

But it might be the size I need

to mop my kitchen floor.

On Maui, it’s Apocalypse.

Fire rains down from the sky.

Terror comes to Paradise.

People burn.  And people die.

My lilac bush is sickly.

Doesn’t flourish.  Doesn’t thrive.

But it has the Heart of Champions

‘cuz it’s managed to survive.