Monday, October 1, 2012

OCTOBER

I've been drinking Pinot Noir
all this dull afternoon.
Right now I cannot see too far,
writing a poem, "what rhymes with moon?"

OK, OK, I'm in-the-bag
tho’ my poetic skills still shine.
Now, I'm not one to brag,
but, my poems are "dressed to the nines."

Happily (?), I look to October days
and bid adieu to 3 quarters past.
Shorts and flops all put away
apparel takes on a new cast.

No, no, do not leave,
stay in my poetic high.
I write this crap, because I grieve,
my summer love has said good-bye.

(c)Tpuma/MMXII



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