Poems on the Fly: Day 2

The Lancer Lady
[Dedicated to the lady driving the black Lancer this morning.]

Speed, speed, speed!
You must have somewhere important to be.

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
You think you can just cut in front of me?

Stare, stare, stare!
What are you looking at? My gorgeous hair?

Speed, speed, speed!
That was a red light, or couldn't you see?

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
You're gonna get hit! Oh, gosh! Oh, geeze!

Stare, stare, stare!
Hello, again. Yup, I'm right behind you. Despite stopping at that red light and waiting in the long line of cars as the school bus slumbered up that steep hill, I still managed to get to this spot the same time you did. And, I didn't endanger any lives or any car fenders.

Idiot.

Poems on the Fly: Day 1

The Manatee

Of all the animals in the zoo,
The manatee is the one with the most to lose.

All the other mammals, behind their jail-like bars,
Can dream of a day when they will roam far.

There's always the hope of a prison break
When the keepers will scream, "They've escaped!"

And when that day finally comes around
The sad manatee will still be floating in his makeshift sound.

Unable to walk with his peers,
He knows his only chance of freedom is a flood of a thousand years.