Author: June Nash
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Poem about getting in shape
Desert Dessert – Weight reading high, Scale breathes a sigh. Salad is served, no sweets deserved. – Friend brings a pie. Catches my eye. Getting my plate, Then stop, say WAIT! – Can’t eat dessert. desire desert My clothes don’t fit I must diet. – Diets don’t work, They’re just a quirk. Must change routine…
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Poem about: The Curse of Carrying a Purse
Curse of the Purse – On women all, there is a curse, To be compelled to carry purse. For husbands and kids, lug around A huge suit case, we are so bound. Carrying toys, or maybe tools. Are we helpful, or stupid fools? – Though easy for muggers to grab, Fashion without them seems so…
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Poem about Death
Death – Going where others dare not dwell. Wandering through the streets of Hell. My street’s, not paved with angry gangs, Graffiti, thugs, and woeful pangs. My neighborhood, in my minds eye, Surrounded by Death, standing by. – Moving slowly, you see Him come. Do not try, he can’t be out run. Not always strike,…
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Poem about: Rules! Rules! Rules!
. Rules Don’t like being told what to do. Directed, as seen fit by you. You make rules, enforce them on me. I hate these rule of yours you see. – It’s not the rules that I abhor. I adore order, I want more. It is just that the rules, I find Easier to heed…
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Poem: Where Did I Put Them?
Too Busy – Lost my glasses, where’d I put them? Not on my head, that’s the problem! Using old pair, at least can see. Going out, now, where is my key? Had it last night, drove myself home. I’ll use my spare, off I go roam. Back from my trip, want to unwind. Those specs,…
June Nash 