Category Archives: Silly Poems

Ode to my Left Hand

June 3, 2015humor, Silly Poemsdisability, Poetry, surgerywhichwaynow101

My life has got quite tricky.
I’ve just one arm to use.
The other is quite useless.
Asked, ‘Can you . . . ?’ I refuse!

I’m typing with one finger.
Four others are on strike.
They’ve come out in sympathy,
With the five I’ve on my right.

There are so many things, I find,
It’s difficult to do.
I can’t zip, peel spuds or style my hair.
No biggy there, it’s true.

My dresser/sous chef has stepped in
And I can wear a hat,
Cause he won’t learn hairdressing,
And I can tell you that . . .

It’s hard to clap one-handed,
Or tie a knot or bow,
Or spread on some hand lotion
Or skip rope, don’t you know.

I cannot put my watch on
My left arm any more.
I cannot put it on my right,
Because it is too sore.

To brush my teeth is difficult.
Two hands are a must,
To squeeze the tube and paste the brush,
Is really quite a fuss.

I’ve been practicing you see.
My right hand is redundant.
My left hand has come up trumps,
Though it was not incumbent.

My left hand is first team now,
My right is second squad
It sits around and whines a lot,
And refuses to applaud.

I shall be ambidextrous
When all of this is through
My left hand is quite nimble now
My right hand says ‘thank you!’

I’m feeling slightly better now,
Than when I wrote this ditty.
I am no longer shouting ‘OW!’
Like when I was feeling . . . . . . . . lousy!

There’s an upside to being frail.
I’m waited on hand and feet.
It’s like living in a fairytale.
This Princess says, ‘That’s sweet!’

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Right Arm Blues

May 19, 2015humor, Silly Poemsdisability, hospitals, Poetry, surgerywhichwaynow101

It’s often said
Without a shred
Of sincerity
Or care,

We don’t appreciate
Til it’s too late
Our youth or job
Or hair.

So in my case
I must make haste
To write and post
And “chat.”

For soon in May
I have to say
It will happen
That . . .

I’m going to lose
The right to use
My right arm
Altogether.

To write a post
I could boast
Would be an
Endeavor.

I will read lots
And “like” your plots
While I am in
Plaster.

What’s that you ask?
A plaster cast!
Plaster! To help heal
Faster.

My right wrist
Has come adrift
And needs a
Little op.

‘Cause if I don’t
My right wrist won’t
Last long. It will
Just pop!

I’ve writ my last
Before my cast.
I’ll read and rest
In fetters.

And then when I’m
Fit and sublime
I’ll tell you
“I’m all better!”

Plaster cast on forearm/wrist/hand. Picture ta... — Oh nooo! I said my right arm! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Poppies Are Red

April 1, 2014humor, Silly Poems, travelAmerican accent, beach, flowers, France, Languedoc-Roussillon, Mediterranean, photography, Plants, Poetry, poppieswhichwaynow101

Roses are red.

Poppies are too.

If you’re unsure,

Here are photos for you!

The next verse must be read with an American accent for it to rhyme:

Languedoc Roussillon

A region of France

Has red poppies galore

And here’s some for Nanc!

Sorry, Nancy. Couldn’t resist!

Heyjude has shared with me that they are Papaver rhoeas, commonly known as corn poppies or field poppies. They are found throughout Europe in late spring. Thanks, Jude.

And here are some totally unrelated photos for those of you in the frozen north – some Mediterranean beach scenes from France. I “stumbled” on them in the same photo folder after the poppies. Hold your hands up to the screen and feel the warmth.

Roll on spring and warm weather!

Poppy Pathos

March 31, 2014Silly Poems, travelCalifornia poppies, flowers, nature, photography, Plants, poems, Seeds, wildlifewhichwaynow101

I went hiking for some poppies,

Looking for the perfect shot.

I trekked and trekked and trekked some more,

And this is what I got.

The marigolds were perky.

The lupines were sublime.

But as for scrumptious poppy shots

It was a waste of time.

Was I looking far too early?

Did I get there much too late?

On my calendar from last year,

This was the perfect date.

Should I go again tomorrow?

Was it the wrong time of day?

They bloom in March and April

But not as late as May.

Did javelinas eat them?

Did coyotes dig them out?

Did tarantulas eat all the seeds?

All of them? Surely not.

A few poppies danced in the wind

And gave some kicks and flicks

But disappointment brought me home

To look at last year’s pics.

Still Snowing?

March 23, 2014humor, Silly Poems, travelchildren's poems, New Mexico, Pacific Ocean, photography, Poetry, Travel and Tourism, White Sands National Monumentwhichwaynow101

Just like being at the beach but without the sea!

The mist rolling in! We must be nearly there!

White Sands National Monument is part of 275 square miles of white sand dune made of gypsum crystals, the largest dune of its type in the world – just 750 miles from the Pacific ocean!