Jeans this style
I like and enjoy
But don’t know a way
I should employ
To keep hip huggers
On my hips
Because my jeans
Do tend to slip
A belt is useless
The way I’m built
The angle’s wrong
My hips, they tilt
Suspenders might
Do the trick
But not a look
I’m apt to pick
A good strong yank
I hoist and tug
Hubby shakes his head
I shrug
But fallen down
They haven’t yet
So more hip huggers
I plan to get
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Twenty years have come and have gone
Since my first date with now hubby John
A one-man play is what he did pick
But when the night came that man was sick
A big band concert was happening too
Let’s go there, I said, and do that in lieu
We actually danced, believe it or not
We must have been nervous to give it a shot
Then we had drinks at a bar called Vickery’s
That bar’s now closed, now ancient history
I ordered a Tom Collins, what was I thinking?
Neither of us spend time in bars like that drinking
Women’s figure skating was on TV at the bar
Silver medalist Nancy Kerrigan was that night’s star
Yep, the Winter Olympics were then going on
The night of my first date with now hubby John
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A wedding in Puerto Rico
Would have been fun
By this point in winter
I’d like some more sun
We wanted to see
A cousin get hitched
But due to the weather
That plan got ditched
Flying this weekend
Had been the goal
But we ended up with
All this stupid snow
Winter storms brewed
Snow here and snow there
Flights were cancelled
About everywhere
We got to the airport
And waited and waited
That outfit I packed
Began to get dated
E-ticket in hand
Was still not enough
We still had to check
A bag of our stuff
The security gate hurdle
Was hard to believe
A longer line of people
I could not conceive
Then we ran with our luggage
Not my best skill
We ran really fast
We tried hard, but still
The door had closed
When we got to the gate
We waved at our plane
Two minutes too late
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Some news last week
Took me way back
Memories of these four
I surely do not lack
I was a young child
When they arrived
Sad that right now
Only two have survived
Fifty years ago
The Beatles invaded
I’d give them A plusses
If they were graded
To their songs I danced
With my big sisters
We loved the 45’s
Of the Fab Four misters
Memories of which
Puts a smile on my face
So in my poetic repertoire
The Beatles get a place
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I asked what my poem
Should be on today
And Hubby had this
About that to say
Our indoor garden
Is growing quite well
The cacti especially
Are doing most swell
We have several choices
All rather small
My goal is to get one
That’s bigger and tall
Their shapes and their spikes
All look so funny
They prefer the west windows
Where it’s brightest and sunny
I like all the pricklies
That say Do Not Touch
An occasional watering
They don’t ask for much
This little guy
Is putting out shoots
I assume he is happy
Way down to his roots
Oh yes, our cacti
We like quite a lots
And so we give them
Our prettiest pots
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When it gets colder
Than I would like it
Hubby makes cocoa
And then he spikes it
Hot milk and chocolate
Would be fine enough
But Hubby adds other
Really good stuff
He throws in a dash
Of cocoa-chili blend
Hope we find more of it
When this jars ends
Remove from the stove
And then the fun starts
We debate with each other
What would most warm our hearts
A pour of Sambuca
Works well, I think
Hubby prefers rum
To be put in his drink
Sipping this stuff
Warms me right up
If not for the calories
I’d drink cup after cup
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I went to the shoe store
For gold pointy-toed
But something far different
Was to me sold
For a wedding next month
I wanted something formal
And instead ended up
With practical and normal
Gold pointy-toed
Seems not the current style
But in what I did buy
I’ll walk mile after mile
My old walking shoes
Have seen lots of wear
And so I was ready
To get a new pair
But shoes for this wedding?
My quest must continue
And here concludes the poem
Of my latest shopping issue
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Driving in the driving rain
Was a huge and big fat pain
Especially annoying
I didn’t know where I was going
And of course is was dark
I would have rather stopped and park
But I was expected at this event
An invitation I was sent
And indeed I wanted to go
Oh well, at least it didn’t snow
I made it there in one piece
But the rain never did cease
I got back in my car stalwart
And prepared in the storm to depart
Oh great, we now had fog
But I got a topic for this week’s blog
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This week’s embarrassing
Poetic confession
I go to the movies
For the concessions
And let’s make it
A bit more specific
I think movie popcorn
Is really terrific
Butter and salt?
Please pile it on
I’ll eat every kernel
Until it’s all gone
Popcorn I get
In large-supersized
The amount I can eat
Leaves people surprised
Hubby says
We’re married, let’s share
I say No way,
It wouldn’t be fair
You’d go for a handful
I’d push you away
I’m warning you all
To heed what I say
I really do need
A bucket all for me
And then I’ll be quiet
And watch the movie
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For vacation I do like
To find a place where I can bike
But biking conditions, I expect a lot
Since tons of strength I do not got
I like mountains, but not for biking
If you ask me, they’re meant for hiking
Forget about traffic, it makes me sad
Give me a bike path, and I am glad
And may this bike path go through woods
Cuz pretty scenery makes me feel good
As the saying goes, put the wind behind me
If it’s too blustery, I’m apt to get stymied
Speaking of weather, I don’t like chilly
That’s as bad as being too hilly
One of my favorite spots is off the Georgia coast
For biking vacations I like Jekyll Island the most!
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