White(out) Noise

I called a TV blackout
As I went about my day
To keep sports scores and politics
A healthy ways away.
I liked the isolation
And enjoyed the quiet ride
Safe inside my snow globe
Whilst the blizzard raged outside.

Pray For A Vacation Cold

Footstool’s a less fancy word
For what’s known as podiaturd,
The odor from the stinky feet
Tucked bare beneath your airplane seat
To which you won’t object since shyness
So outweighs your scalded sinus
That you’d rather hold your breath
And pray for sweet, hypoxic death
Than make a scene because some fool
Exposed two soles encased in stool
While trapped at 40,000 feet.
(Before you die, recline your seat!)

Nice Kitty

Yesterday I reminisced
About my dog, and how I’ve missed
Her all these years since last I pet her;
There’s no chance that I’ll forget her.
I’d just like it noted that
I also loved and lost a cat,
But most cat people would agree
I miss her more than she would me.