Grand Elision

If truth be told
(As well it ought)
Don’t laud as gold
That which is not

Fall not in love
With every fact
However: Glove
Thy truth with tact

One need not mention
Others’ faults
When mere abstention
Discord halts

When words wound, please
Ensheath your sword
Integrity’s
Its own reward

Remember well
This sage advice:
As truth you tell
Please, too, be nice

Muesday

Monday on a Tuesday: Yuck.
I don’t know why, but Muesdays suck.
Tednesday’s long and Wursdays linger;
Muesday, though, gives both the finger.
Thiday may be worth a taste,
But Muesday’s just a workday waste.

Nearly Freedom Fighters

A day of proud solemnity
Is what this holiday should be.
In quiet contemplation sit
And ponder what it means, to wit:
In honor of the brave who fell
We’ll mattresses and box springs sell
At prices so profoundly slashed
The buried dead will wish they’d cashed
Their chips in past the end of May
So they could rest in peace the way
Their living kin tonight will do,
With interest-free financing, too!
They lie beneath that we up top
May take a day off work to shop.

Kitty Pony

I ride a pony made of cat
The one of pig is much too fat
For me to mount because my tiny
Legs won’t reach (it’s also spiny)

Kitty Pony takes me where
She knows she’ll find her food dish there
So pretty much the kitchen, then
An hour later back again

I don’t suffer saddle sores
But pony dander in my pores
Can sometimes cause a nasty rash
I’ll post some photographs for cash

Fuzzy hooves and bony tail
And loathing for who brings the mail
Define my Equus Felis Catus
Also, that’s my Facebook status

Pony Cat I love you bunches
Thanks for taking me where lunch is
Always waiting in the dish
Beside the fridge. You are my wish.

Commencement

I don’t want to tell you how you should be living your life
That’s up to your mother, your boyfriend, your kids or your wife
Your choices are yours, though the people in whom you confide
Have perspectives you may wish to weigh as you try to decide
The ultimate answer must always emerge from within
So, whenever you’re ready…okay, put the DVD in

Plenty Of Tim

The tiny computer I’m writing on needs plugging in.
I hope I’ll have saved at least once when the meter says “when.”
It’s only a quick combination of keys (Ctrl + S).
Am I too darned lazy to use it? I’ll have to say ye