Luxury senior apartment renting
requiring often calm and placidity.
Can turn on a dime, I the first admitting.
Ladies in the street gaily talking with fluidity,
the wife of Tacky Bob among them, detected
Thomas C., lying in the grass.
Tom’s walker had swiftly disrupted
and delivered him flat of his ass.
The only assistance they could find-
freelance Jon, unloading his infamous truck.
The parking wars did quickly unwind
after Jon’s stroke, of karmic luck.
That old saying about home and life
A happy home has a happy wife.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: July 16th, 2021 09:55
- Category: Forgiveness
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments6
One only has to read your poem to know that there isn’t an event that cannot be written about, very entertaining indeed.
Thanks, M.S.
Glad you enjoyed it.
Every day is a short story full of material.
Amusing and melancholic all at once. Nicely written Jerry
Thanks, S.C.
Glad you enjoyed it. The end game to "Passive Messaging"
its amazing what ya can find laying in the sidewalk these days ..
see it, write it down quick before another comes along ...
pretty darn neat sir if you ask me .. 🙂
Thanks, Neville.
Nature provides and I love watching and listening.
All that luxury, Jerry.....
Thanks, Dave.
Good Ad copy “Luxury Living- Pine View Lane”
pitiful few pines left and the view is the back of a shopping center.
Everyday the page waiting to be filled. And so you did jerry. Well penned my friend. ; )
Thanks, A.P.
There are poetic moments in every day, write them down edit them later.
Exactly Jerry. Write it down as it comes to you. That's what I always do. Then rereading it and editing as necessary.
Good fun write Jerry.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
Was fun episode to watch and fun to write.
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