“Better late than never,”
She said as they closed the coffin
There was some last minute shopping
She was trying to get in
Bargains beckoning from the rack
Multiferous (like in many)
crazy colored stockings
almost for free
She had to run out and buy them
So she was late for her own funeral
Naturally

Like she said, ” I couldn’t help myself.
It just popped into my already brain dead brain.”
Some days are just like that
It is really hard to explain

Even to an objective undertaker

Walking silently swiftly through
the streets at night
looking to get home before
the day lights
on the beach
where the moon once stood
and shone
when there were times
I was standing alone
watching as the sun rose
sifting the sand
through my toes
searching for answers
my brain too tired to think
wanting to float on the sounds
of the waves rolling in
on the beach

why i like frogs
i like frogs
because they can sit on logs
without rolling and plopping off
into the water
The only plopping they do
is when they go after flies
because as you know
flies are free
and that is another reason i like
frogs
they can recognize a good bargain
when they see one.
in conclusion i would like to say
that this is the end of my essay.

I have an Uncle who is going to be 100
as of late
but wait
Better now more than ever
but that could be a mistake
Not the being 100 as I know I have the right date
May 25th 1917
Here we are 100 years later
We could reminisce the last century
Starting with WWI
Whoa! Pulling out history books
here for this amazing Uncle’s birthday
Just imagine the scene
It is not like we are going medievil
Too far back for even him to be seen
as a baby toddling around
but it is his 100th birthday and
we don’t want to be mean
so we are just going to settle for some
songs, cake and candles
I mean the man is 100
and let’s not forget the ice cream!