Tennis is a sport I’d never
Thought I would be good at, ever.
When a day match ends at night
I’m happy to admit I’m right!
(In fairness, though, if I were playing,
No one would be overstaying
Their coin-metered parking spaces
Watching my opponent’s aces.)
Wrigley’s often wet and windy
Not so bad when bats you wield
But cleatless sneakers slide outside:
Night volleyball at Wrigley Field
An itsy-bitsy spider
Went up the waterspout
Stayed a couple weeks
Then Gargantua crawled out.
Out came the Raid
But the beast had other plans
So now I’m scouring Amazon for bombs
With death’s heads on the cans.
Labor Day weekend
When we solemnly agree
Not to go to work
Rain is not uncommon where
I live. It’s always in the air
(But lately rarely falling down,
Explaining why my lawn’s so brown),
So it should not have been surprising
Finding that the creek was rising
Higher than anticipated
Since it last precipitated
Overnight here, back in May.
They’d saved it for a rainy day!
Anniversaries are nice.
It’s like you’re celebrating twice
(Or more) for something that’s complete,
And often with your best friend. Sweet.
Maggie May is still asleep.
Rod’s got thoughts; for now, they’ll keep.
The school year’s only just begun
Without him. It’s September 1.
By almost any common measure
Summer’s done. The solar pleasure
We anticipated may
Have overplayed its hand, but hey,
The days were long (if freakin’ hot)
From June through August. Now, they’re not,
And growing less so every morning.
Winter’s on its way. Fair warning.
I left for a bit
So I hired a sitter
To care for the house
In my absence. A bitter
Surprise, though, awaited:
I walked in the door
To a high-headcount party
With leg count times four!
I don’t blame the guests,
Though I do their inviter.
I ought not have trusted
That housesitting spider!
I’m a polymonoglot.
I’ve learned as much as I’ve forgot
In several European tongues
But something crawls inside my lungs
And throttles tous mes mots françaises
When I’m reaching for French phrases;
Likewise, my deutsch Wörterbuch
Will vanish like a Scooby spook
When someone German wants to talk,
So it’s unlikely it’s a shock
Mi español desaparece
Justo cuando quiero…say
Hola to a Spanish friend.
Aneglur until the end.
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