The yard needs mowing
I keep saying to myself,
but I don't listen.
* * *
This severe weather
is right up our Tornado
Alley, so to speak.
* * *
Beans, rice and cornbread.
If they aren't served in heaven,
then I ain't going.
* * *
Venus, Morning Star,
and me, a two-bit actor,
watching the world turn.
