If I Was In Charge

If I was in charge, the world would be much worse.

Chaotic and unfair, but — lots of verse.

I’d outlaw cold, give everyone a goat,

A house and drawbridge, over their own moat.

It know that it sounds stupid, overlarge —

Perhaps that’s why I’m never put

In charge


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Rebecca

Rebecca always hated me
I know, because she said:
And if I passing, spoke to her
I might as well be dead

For all the interest she would show.
But I would always try:
And she might glance up from her book
Or not, as I went by.

But then, one day, she spoke to me
And asked me if I had
A copy of Persuasion
She could borrow for a tad

I said I did, and brought it on
The very next of days;
Rebecca took it with a glance
That turned into a gaze

“You like me, Owen, don’t you?”
I did not know what to say —
“Well, don’t. Because I don’t like you,”
And so I went away

But lo, the years have gone
And I now see what I mistook –
Rebecca
If you’re out there —

Can I have
My fricking book?

Fashion Sense

I tried to write what you had worn,
But then I had to strike it;
For fashion I don’t really get,
Except, I know I like it.

I’m kind of dumb that way, I think.
My eye just misses detail —
There’s, like, some jewelry and some hair,
And then my verbal (epic) fail.

I have a photograph right here.
And though I stare, and dawdle,
I just do not have fashion sense,
And I married a model —

So you have sense for both of us.
I love it, I imbibe it —
But I can’t really write it down,
For I cannot
Describe it

Angel Hair

I ask…

Angel Hair

I ask: who doesn’t love some angel hair?
And who’s not longed to eat it just like this?
I know what manners are, but think it fair
To point out (or else I would be remiss)
That eating it this way is perfect bliss.
Get you some angel hair tonight and learn —
You’ll soon be pasta point of no return