Gargoyle critters
I have quite a few
In fact you might call it
My gargoyle zoo
Most have wings
And all have bare feet
On my windowsills
They each take a seat
I love the little guys
I like how they smile
Gargoyles, if you ask me
Have pizzazz and great style
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When I was young
I could stay up all night
And the next day
Not look half a fright
When I was young
I could climb mountains
Now I go to the park
And stroll by the fountains
When I was young
My clothes all fit right
But nowadays everything
Seems a bit tight
When I was young
Tequila shots I could drink
But now one glass of wine
And straight I can’t think
But being over fifty
Does have its joys
The parties I attend
Have much, much less noise
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My time lately I have been frittering
Because I spend it all on twittering
Tweeting I guess is the proper word
At first I found it rather absurd
But it ‘s a hoot and a blast, and now I like it
So much so that I can’t seem to quit
My novel needs writing and there’s dishes to do
Just one more tweet I say, and then I’ll be through
And don’t get me started on my follower quest
I’ll reach 10,000, and then maybe rest
140 characters to say something new
Yep. I’m addicted, I admit it, it’s true
@cbmysteries is the handle I’m using
Come on by if followers you’re choosing
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Eighteen years and going strong
But in our marriage, no matter how long
There are a few things that hubby and me
Will never be able to concede or agree
On the peanut butter we use with our jelly
We disagree what will go in our belly
Hubby wants his chunky and thick
But give me Skippy or I say ick
And we each use our own separate umbrella
Because hubby is a rather tall fella
If I hold it where it’s good for I
The ribs are apt to poke him in the eye
I’m a Crest gal, I like the gel
But hubby maybe not so well
He like Tom’s brand, not too sweet
So he uses that after he eats
But really we are a pretty good pair
Even though everything we do not share
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A poem every week
Thought I’d give it a shot
And as it turns out
I like it a lot
On Sunday mornings
I jot down a ditty
I try to be funny
Or mildly witty
It’s been over a year
Seems I’ve had some luck
A poem every week
To my vow I have stuck
In fact, I like it
This rhyming of words
Poetry is no longer
Just for the birds
And now poetry has
A month’s celebration
I’m kind of surprised
But full of elation
Thus April must be
The right time to publish
My collection of poems
No matter what rubbish
My goal is to have it
Ready before May
So putting them in order
Is my goal for today
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A shoe you might say
Doesn’t make a good planter
Well then, I tell you
Take a trip to Atlanta
You’ll see orchids growing
In stiletto shoes
A fantastical sight
To ward off the blues
The show’s only there
For a short time
But the orchid house itself
Is truly sublime
Where, you ask
Can I see this show?
The Botanical Gardens
So now you know
And while you’re there
Check out the whole place
Lots of great plants
In each possible space
I got lots of ideas
Of things I can do
And yes, but of course
I’ll put dirt in a shoe
And fill it with something
But an orchid likely not
I have a green thumb
But with orchids I rot
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A writer’s contest
For beginners
From ten thousand entries
They choose one winner
I sent in my book
I gave it a go
The worst they could do
Is say thanks, but no
Into round three and I’m
Still standing
But winning top prize
I’m really not planning
From quarter-finalist to semi
That is the dream
But one hundred to five
Likely, it does not seem
Mystery-Thriller is the place
For my book
And the excerpt is free
If you want to take a look
Amazon will decide in two weeks
Maybe three
I’m crossing my fingers
And waiting to see
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Here is a link to the excerpt for the Playing With Poison Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award entry
March has been a good month for The Cue Ball Mysteries! In case you haven’t noticed it elsewhere in this silly website, Playing With Poison is now a Quarter Finalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award. Also, all three Cue Ball Mysteries are doing well on Amazon’s “cozy mystery” and “humor” bestseller lists. Being nestled amongst Janet Evanovich, Dave Barry, and Douglas Adams in the “humor” list feels very, very fine indeed! Jessie’s sipping champagne, and so is her creator!
A dinner party
Last night I did have
Everything went well
But one thing went bad
It’s St. Patrick’s Day
So green carnations I had labeled
For the place of honor
At the center of my table
With green flowers in mind
I went to the store
Imagine my dilemma
When I could not, could not score
The first store was out
And so was the next
When the third place said no
I was truly perplexed
So I settled for white
And into a green vase they went
I could have hunted further
But enough time I had spent
Green ice cream! I said
That would do the trick
Oh yes! Green ice cream
In honor of St. Patrick
With green ice cream in mind
I went to the store
Imagine my thrill
When I thought I had scored
Not one, but two flavors
Pistachio and mint
I would serve green ice cream
And it would be a hit
It was time for dessert
And I promised a big surprise
I got out the ice cream
Not expecting my demise
When I opened the cartons
Neither one was green!
I could not believe it
What I was there seein’
Must be green food coloring
Is no longer legal?
The white ice cream was good
But not nearly so regal
My St. Patty’s dinner party
Was greenless, alas
Seems green flowers and ice cream
Are things of the past
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A poem about weather
Oh, what a bore
But all those cold temps
I did most abhor
When winter lingered
And lingered some more
But now it does feel
Like spring has begun
So venturing outside
Can actually be fun
When it comes to spring fever
I am second to none
And with spring having sprung
You know what that says?
Summer cannot be
Very too far aways
And that is the season
That gets my most praise!
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