Opposites Distract
Lavinia, dressed in leopard print,
And Leopold in stripes,
Were destined to collide and clash,
Descend to snips and snipes—
She drinks her coffee black; he sips
Sweet tea with heaps of cream,
And every conversation
Escalates to near a scream—
Yet every fray defuses and
Dissolves in hugs and tears,
For they’ve adored each other
Through four-dozen blissful years.
. . . after all, most of us are fools for love . . .
A Menopausal Mini-Mystery
‘OutRRRRRageous!’ she purred, ‘I’m only a lady who has fallen prey to the sentimental desires of A Certain Age to visit my old acquaintance!’ Still, her counter-suit of police Profiling would have been more plausible if she hadn’t been spotted in that location and in such a compromising position. The acquaintance in question, quivering in the doorway behind Madame De Léopard, was still squeaking with shrill accusation as the neighbors began to gather and fling catty remarks back and forth like batted feather lures. When the arresting officer demanded a sobriety test and detected that an illegal quantity of West Country Farmhouse Cheddar had been dabbed behind the lady’s ears, pandemonium erupted and many of the surrounding crowd were convinced that there was a far more nefarious explanation for her appearance on the scene than middle-aged maundering.
Sunset over the Serengeti & a Slight Belch from the King of the Beasts
It happens sometimes on the plains, where Splendid Starlings and the strains
Tok-tokkie knocks create a song that’s just as rhythmic as it’s long,
Where Shongololo rolls and runs ‘tween rise and setting of the suns,
Where the hyenas sing their tunes betwixt midnight and morning’s moons:
It’s there the leopard’s race was lost–surprise–at noon, and at great cost,
To one old lion whose good luck dovetailed with leopards run amok,
To the degree that one loud crunch announced the end of it at lunch.
Art-Colored Glasses 