Here is my poetry-Too Hot for Love

[ThisIsStillJanet]

Too Hot For Love

It’s so hot here lying on this cot
I think I might roll over and rot
I got up to take a shower and got all wet
After I toweled off all I did was sweat

Beads of sweat pouring down my brow
My wife is ready to have a cow
I must head out to buy a fan or two
And my wife screeches I don’t have a clue

Air conditioner she shouts at me
Bring me one or sleep in that tree
Pay for it I do not know how
Plastic will work but will it allow

The card is maxed way out I’m told
They took it from me how bold
They said she went on a shopping spree
I guess I’ll head home and climb that tree

On the trek home storm clouds move in
I look at the time and wonder where I’ve been
The cold front moves in and cools my wife off
She’s tame now, calm, happy and soft

I’m a happy husband for now all tucked into bed
Until the next time the thermometer hits red
Until then I’ll pay down that debt
Or up that tree I’ll forever set

J / F / W
8/1/02
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[ThisIsStillJanet]

Happy birthday to my mother
Who is no way like any other
Who is indeed old as the rocks
And keeps all her teeth in a big box


All Mother’s birthdays come and go
There are so many candles they can't blow
The young fireman are always called out
For that there is no conceivable doubt

We can’t help but cheer these old bats
Who have so many incredible zany hats
Alas, I guess all mothers are not the same
Some are much wilder and harder to tame

So happy birthday to you today
Remember there are so many less gay
Please do enjoy this day just in case
Some ET comes down and takes you back to their base

J / F / W
4/17/03
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[ThisIsStillJanet]

I dont know how good this one is but I gave it a shot last year, let me know if you dont mind and I dont mind if you dont like it and tell me about it, for I cant learn if I am not told thanks


Ye Fair Scotland

Ye fair Scotland is where I yearn to be
Across the pond to a place beyond respite
Where the mist on the moors lay low
A place of living easy and slow

Off far to where me father lies and I mourn no
His father and his fathers before all lay aside
Sailing eastward to the Isle of Skye seeks I, true
Where green is green as the ocean blue

The gray misty morn begins anew
Cool and crisp be on the way of the day
Far off the snows upon the highland peaks
With the sea rumbling on and upon as it breaks

Me heart is there upon the heather’d hill slake
Along side the bay brimming a father’s home
With a mothers unending love and sustain
Villages abound fellowship and clan remain

Once a highlander surrenders no more in vain
Family and kin stead heartbreaks have spent
The air remains clear and yet scent of the past
Still be there the ending day of the last

The bright sun gapes ever so slightly so vast
Rain falls as often as wee one’s tears flow
The land and its habitants live on in years
Graceful, thankful, proud, forward deficient arrears

9/22/02
J / F / W
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