Asparagus for Americus

There’s a food that’s always there for us
It’s better than a pear, I guess
Your pee will smell hilarigus
Hip hip hooray! Asparagus!

Ode to Nutmeg

Nutmeg nutmeg, spice of life
O, let me sing thy praise
That hollow shell, with secrets rife
Could fill both nights and daze

Some mix you into egg nog
Or else sprinkle you on pies
But me, I stuffed you into pills
Then washed you down with Slice

I say to people high (and low)
It may be gross to eat
But if it’s nuts you want to go
The ‘meg is tough to beat

Uncle’s Got a Secret

There’s no one fun as Uncle Rob
On that, we kids agree
From Kate, who’s nearly 12 years old
To Jack, who’s only three

We look forward to his visits
Whenever Christmas comes
He taught us all to juggle balls
And play his bongo drums

Mom gets mad at Uncle Rob
And yells at him a lot
And that’s how we know so much about
The secret that he’s got

No one knows quite what it is
(though heaven knows we’ve tried)
He’ll shut his door at four o’clock
And won’t let us inside

But after Rob’s had “Uncle Time”
We’re sure in for a treat
We’ll all sit down and watch cartoons
With ice cream pops to eat

Ambition

I want to be the person
Whom people like me
Aspire to become.

Poesy

The distant sounds
Of dying piano strings
Echoing across
A moonlit evening;
The scent,
Of an elegant glossy mare
Trotting along
An immaculate snowy bank;
Clip clop clip clop clip clop
The faint taste of raspberry
From an undefined lover’s lips
And the sun warming my skin
On a fresh spring morning;
Bullshit.