When romance becomes rare
not much love in the air...
I thank providence
my peccadilloes were done...
She runs around our big home,
But she is not allowed to roam...
Will always seem to
miss the mountains except when...
I often ponder in those silent moments
if Adam and Eve were under a spell...
My words are my slam dunks
They get the waving started...
I’m eating gummies
by the dumpster...
I had
many a times...
Some people will only like you
If you fit comfortably...
It is isn't so bad, it never is.
You will become thankful that you challenged...
the gingerbread man
frowned as, swipe, the net came down...
Next long drive alone
in a hurry to get there...