No matter how you slice it A pie is still a pie No matter how you hear it A lie is still a lie Served on porcelain plates With fancy silverware Covered in whipped cream With an extra plate to share Their filling sickly-sweet Their aftertaste despair
It doesn’t matter From where the wind blows Just enjoy the ride And go where it goes With a smile on your face And a song in your heart You’ll be better in the end Than you were at the start
You’ve seen better days Yet, so have I Where we’re going You’ve never asked why You’re along for the ride For the unplanned trip For our new adventures For more frays and rips You’re distressed jeans Faded and torn Still, you give me comfort Each day that you’re worn As cutoff shorts You’ll soon… Read More Distressed Jeans
Listen to the music Do you hear it play? It’s your unique beat Heard day after day It’s a special rhythm That makes you, you It plays on and on In all that you do The beat of your heart The heartbeat of you
Once Upon a Time The world was wide open To travel its lands, Its seas, its skies To taste its cuisines French, Italian, and Thai To gather in groups For celebrations in life Or just because The mood felt right Once Upon a Time The world was wide open
These days are made For stayin’ home Just chillin’ Got nowhere to roam I may go surfin’ This afternoon Then listen to My favorite tunes I’ll add a comment Click a like or two On social media ‘cause that’s what we do These days when we’re Stayin’ home Just chillin’ With nowhere to roam
Don’t breathe too deeply Be careful what you touch A group of ten May be too much Wash your hands While singing happy birthday Watch the news For a countdown to doomsday You can’t dine in But drive-throughs are open Because of social distancing Work and schools are closing Try not to touch your… Read More Six Feet
Remains of a snowman Are sad to see Just a dirty pile Of leaves and debris He has no button eyes And no carrot nose In a gust of wind Away his scarf blows Remains of a snowman Are sad to see He’s now just a spot For the dogs to pee
Wake me when it’s spring When the flowers are in bloom When the birds gladly sing When the sun sits higher in the sky And a warm night the moon soon brings
Is binge-watching bad For the heart and the soul Tempering emotion Squashing self-control We no longer wait From week to week For answers to questions We so desperately seek Instead, we binge-watch From beginning to end An entire season In one weekend
