I luv my Ranger Cookies.
I luv the way they taste.
Alas! They do stay with me…
on my hips and on my waist.
Random Thoughts
I have a lot of Random Thoughts.
Those thoughts don’t always rhyme.
So, many of my Random Thoughts
just vanish, lost in time.
Captive of the Virus
I’m a captive of the Virus.
I’m confined to house and home.
I stay close to my front doorstep
and my feet no longer roam.
Lunch and coffee with my friends
are just a distant memory.
And there is no change a’ coming
for as far as I can see.
But I’m busy every minute.
I am always working hard.
There’s no end to boring housework.
There’s always work out in the yard.
Cost of Living with the Virus
Prices are climbing higher.
Things are costlier each day.
They say it’s the cost of labor.
But, it’s a Virus Tax we pay.
Life with Zoom
Someday it’s likely I’ll relent
and join the chats on Zoom.
I’ve learned that there’s an easy way
to block out my messy room.
But as long as I’m in deep despair
about my COVID Virus hair
my face won’t show up on the air
and you’ll not see me anywhere.
My Blog
Some thoughts are lost to posterity,
and what a loss that loss could be!
But. other thoughts are caught in rhyme.
It helps me pass my COVID time.
Bright February Day
The sky is clear and sunny.
Possession Sound’s bright blue.
Roses are growing green at the tips.
Crocus is pushing through.
A Usual Day
When I look out my window,
it feels like a usual day.
It doesn’t feel like tragedy
is lurking a step away.
Then I flip on the daily news, and
start to hear the day’s reviews…
I’m nearly afraid to draw a breath ‘cause
the news just scares me half to death.
January, 2021 “Worst Month”
The dreadful death toll rises –
each month sadder than the last.
Will we find strength to sustain us
till this tragedy has passed?
Robo Call Harassment
The Robos are all calling.
I’m afraid to leave my door.
They say: The Sky is Falling!
My whole world is Safe No More!
The Sheriff’s men are on their way!
I’m about to lose my Credit!
The IRS has garnished me!
Oh, Woe! They’ve surely said it!
They want my credit cards, my checks,
my password and PIN number.
Their demands pound in so ceaselessly
I feel my brain go numb-er.
I must share with them my assets.
I must send them all my cash.
I must reveal my secret numbers
that lay bare my hidden stash!
There ought to be a Stop to This.
There Ought to Be a Law!
(I especially hate the middle aged men
who plaintively say, “Grandma?”)
There has to be a way to end
harassment via phone.
Avast, Ye Hearty Varmints!
Just Leave MY Phone Alone!
Living the Aging Life 