Three brief poems
“Forearms” by yours truly
“Look woman,
My forearms are as big as Popeye’s.”
“Oh Mr. Man, stop the lies,
Or I may have to gouge out your eyes.”
“Hummus and Hotdogs” by yours truly
“For din-din, hummus, pita, and hotdogs
With some Dijon and Sauer kraut on.
What? You seem wan.”
“When a child we put it once upon.”
“More Sky” by yours truly
White and blue clouds over foothills.
Snow gone but still windy chills.
Kind of pleasant on the skin.
“Will you ever win?” — Stevie Nicks
Wind sounds heard inside.
Oh, my pride!