Not
The one
That
Got away
This one’s
On the
Plate
To stay
Winter wonderland
Ahead
Tap the brakes
Or
Car’s a
Sled
Turn around
Use your
Head
Time to crawl
Back into
Bed
Drop
Spare change
Into
A
Bank
Hear the
Sound
Of
Money
Clank
You’ll
Have
Thriftiness
To
Thank
Should
Your
Account
One day
Tank
Nothing much
Better
Than birds
Of a
Feather
Huddled
Together
In
Inclement
Weather
Pitter patter
Of little
Feet
Trick or Treaters
Canvass the
Streets
Scurry quickly
From house to
House
Gather candy to
Stuff their
Mouths
I see them
Swimming
Back and
Forth
I scoot south
And they
Glide
North
Come a little
Closer
Be a
Sport
I’ll jump right
In
Paddle all four
Feet
Drat
I’m tethered
To
This darn
Leash
You are
My
Sugar
Yes, you
Are
Sweeter
Than any
Candy
Bar
I have
Admired you
From
Afar
No other
Nectar
Quite on
Par
For you
I wage the
Pollen
Wars
Bigger and bigger the Big Box stores
Can anyone navigate these anymore?
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
Going in circles mile after mile
Never encounter an employee who smiles
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
Searching in vain through endless aisles
Trying to locate the paper towels
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
‘Did you find what you need?’ they chortle with glee
Oblivious to the frustration in me
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
‘Paper or plastic?’ as if they care
I’m ready to tear out my very last hair
Big…Big…Big Box Blues
Check myself out and bolt for the door
To return to this place, nevermore
Flummoxed again
By
This darn
Cage
Sent me
Into a
Mad squirrel
Rage
Obstacles
My will
Cannot
Faze
I’ll melt it
With my
X-ray
Gaze
