For
Sunday Whirl:
CHANCE
At the risk of sounding trite
I'm going to spell it out
In words you can understand
Always mind your own business
Aim to stay away from fire
That way you'll avoid scorch marks
Maybe then and only then
Will you see it's miles better
To set clocks to chime at dawn
So make the sign of the cross
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
All know the lie of the land
BRAIN FREEZE
Only a single item
appears on your bucket list
An inky scrap of paper
says 'Never capitulate;
condemn, or be condemned to
a life of abject ennui
that continues without end'
You want to smell fresh air, but
you can't generate enough
power to channel your thoughts
or render them capable
of processing common sense
HIGH 5'S
We resolve, review, design,
shine, sing songs from nine to five.
A New Year... Resolution;
revolution three six five.
The Earth's turn, dedicated,
dated year two oh one five.
A Mayfly-brief win dealt; a
form of shelter... Gimme five!
