Poem: St Nick Stuck

Merry Christmas!  This is my dog Lexie sitting next to my Charlie Brown Christmas tree.
Merry Christmas!
This is my dog Lexie sitting next to my Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

St Nick Stuck

There is an old man named St Nick.

Whose middle has become quite thick.

Down the flue he drops.

Then suddenly stops.

Eat too many cookies you’ll stick.

June Nash

If Santa got stuck in your chimney last night, be a sport and help him out so he can finish his deliveries.

Merry Christmas to All!

Poem: Out of Clothes, Secret #6

Out of Clothes

Need to shop, she has no clothes.

Out of socks to warm her toes.

Also need some pants and shirts,

Even getting low on skirts.

All empty, drawers and closet.

When she turns, there her clothes set.

Stuffed in hamper, they are squashed,

Dirty, needing to be washed.

June Nash




It was laundry day. I needed to wash some clothes because I didn’t have anything to wear.  I actually thought ‘I don’t own enough clothes’.  I was thinking of going shopping.  I did laundry instead!  LOL!

I guess this is secret number 6.  The secret is, the crazy thoughts that run through my brain.  The thought that I, at least for a moment, could believe buying new clothes would solve my problem.  

There is help though.  Read the related articles below.  I especially like the second one.  Hiring the job out!

Poem: Daylight Savings Crime

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Daylight Savings Crime

Twice per year we change the time.

This law we have seems a crime.

Internal clocks remain same.

Crazy time practice is blame,

Accidents, at work and home.

As muddle brained people roam.

Foggy brain clouds need to clear.

Lets keep same time the whole year .

June Nash

Poem: Compromise or Compromised

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Compromise or Compromised

To compromise, meet on common ground.

Committed to change, both parties bound .

That is how I thought it would be.

I thought that, it was silly of me.

You cannot change, your way critical.

I must change, that would be practical.

For you yes, but I suffer dearly.

I lose self, must protest clearly.

If, in this, cannot meet me half way,

On this side of fence I’d rather stay.

June Nash

Poem: Is Halloween Dead?

Is Halloween Dead?

Trick or treat, the night is dead.

Not one kid here to be fed.

It’s not ghosts nor spooks that scare.

Must be crime makes them beware.

I, when young, through streets would run.

Could not wait, for setting of sun.

Trick or treat, the sport has changed.

In control, parties arranged.

May be good, kids kept off street,

But miss ghouls, to my door beat.

June Nash


Halloween has come and gone.  I had only 3 groups of children come to my door, trick or treating.  Every year we get less kids coming around.  It started me wondering if the old style of celebrating this holiday is over.  Are the children going to parties instead?

Did you pass out candy this year?  Did your kids go door to door?  Do you forego the door to door begging in favor of parties?