Talk about Relief!
The way my insurance is freighted
With small-print and guilt, and prorated,
I find that this chick
Who can’t risk being sick
Can afford to be
Decapitated.
Campfire Song for the Unwitting Centerpiece
Singing silly campfire songs, we sit at either side
Across the pit and toast marshmallows, making note how wide
And high the flames can leap at will, and thinking if they might
Be quite sufficiently stoked up by middle of the night
To throw something substantial in to roast before the dawn,
Perhaps a certain someone here we’ve finally settled on,
Whose camp-songs so annoy us; cook to ash before next day
Our deep-disliked camp counselor: our own auto-da-fΓ©.


In re: “Talk About Relief!” It’s also cheaper to be cremated.
In re: “Campfire Song…” In a rather gruesome mood, are we?
Tee! Hee! & a Hardy-har-har!…
You will be happy to know that I never acted on such impulses in real life!!! π
well, then … I always like a surprise, so thank you for that …
throw in a new word, (auto-da-fe), and I’m practically skipping!
As long as you skip *away* from the flames!! π
xo
Loved them both – late night smiles!
Good! Late night seems a perfectly appropriate time to read these two. π
Family Togetherness wearing thin? π
I love the Queen up there…she’s totally regal!
Not to worry: the characters in these poems are entirely fictitious and do not reflect any family members, past or present! π The Queen is a closeup of the ‘Nike of Spanaway’, a life-sized found object sculpture I did as satirical self-portrait when I was living a few minutes from the town of that name (a slight cheat: Spanaway seemed a whole lot more evocative of ‘Samothrace’ than Parkland, the town where I was actually located, would’ve been!).
The poems were delightfully funny and I love your Nike of Spanaway. Wow.
Thank you. My avatar thanks you, too! π