11-7-07
I know that life is dear to us-
But should it be so serious?
It’s true that I’m old-
But I’ve jokes, yet untold.
Let laughter be delirious!!
4-07
On Loneliness
It’s dreadful dining alone-
No matter the succulent bone.
I flip on the telly
while filling my belly
But each bite (comes with a groan…tastes like a stone- **yes!)
Sometimes I talk to my cat-
But most conversations fall flat.
He has his own mind-
Prefers his own kind-
Say, “Let’s just leave it at that!”
I rush to the phone when it rings-
It’s only a voice selling things.
At last I give up!
I’ll drink my own cup-
And love life- whatever it brings!
1-11-08
You think that I’m odd, but I’m not
I enjoy the life that I’ve got-
Out-of-date to be sure-
yet today-I endure!
I thank you, dear God, for my lot.
4-12-08
They say the pneumonia is past
That I’m back to normal at last.
But my head is still dizzy
Like a battered tin-lizzy,
Which has completely run out of GAS!
For 11-24-09
At Jody’s
Musings about a Birthday (my 92nd)
Oh what has become of my golden youth?
Exactly, when did it leave?
It must’ve been some sort of trick –
Each year like a card-up-the-sleeve!
No doubt I just wasn’t looking,
It happened so very fast…
Springtime turned into winter-
The future became the past.
So now, I’m way over the hill–
As you can plainly see. (she drew a crude-looking face here)
I’m not whatever I once was-
But I’m still very much ME!!
–———-ONE YEAR LATER———–
Couldn’t do better than the above-
At Jody’s Nov-24-09
1-5-09
It’s not a big deal, I’ve been told.
But the power is off, and I’m COLD!
And also it’s dark!
This is no lark!
I’m NOT a good sport—I’m too OLD!!
7-09
Lunch at Walnut Place
1. The brocolli is a sickly green-
The likes of which I’ve never seen!
The beans are mushy
Ice cream is slushy!
I will NOT lick this platter clean.
2. “Welcome!” she said, “to Walnut Place.
We’ll rehab you back to the human race.”
But soon comes the day
You must do what they say–
“Return to childhood,”they declare,
Then they put you on the potty chair!
9-09
The Recipe
Some days I’m restless as an angry sea-
The next I’m as carefree as I can be!
Makes me wonder just WHO I am –
Crotchety crab – or clever clam?
But not I know
The way to go!
Tiz better than a pill, by far–
I’ll just eat a large-size Hershey Bar!
7-12
Ballad of the Bed-Sore Music
Intro- (
Dum-de-dum-de-dum dum—etc.
Apology: “Mr. Sand Man”)
Mr. Bed Sore – You’re not what you seem!
Get off my back-side – or I’ll surely scream.
Just send me roses and purple clover
My days are numbered – but they sure ain’t OVER!
Bed Sore, find a new friend!
Our situation has come to the END!! (HA!)
The “Welcome Sign” is OFF of my door.
You may bother me NOT anymore!
(talk) ’cause, 1. You’re just a no-good Bed Sore!
2. You’re just a common Bed Sore!
Big Sound: “You will bother me–”
Sing: “NO MORE – R-R-R!”
Spring 2012
Farewell, Mr. Bed-Sore
Stop this anguish, Mr. Bed Sore!
Get off my tail-bone, hurt me no more!
All this pain, I don’t deserve!
Fate has thrown me a vicious curve.
I cannot crawl, or stand, or sit-
Without a jab of your pain – more than a bit.
Plus—I’m embarrassed for the doctor to see
Your particular spot at the end of me!
PLEASE…
Don’t ruin my “be-happy” song!
Little Bed-Sore – so back wherever you belong!
NOT on ME-E-E-E
1. Wherever you belong–
2. (repeat – Big sound)
!!!
E R Nash Sr. and Family 