smallish auto farts
we beg and ask for riders
stop pollution now

On a bed unmade/is a grape tootsie pop laid!

I think
a lot of great thinks,
I think.

And some thoughts even
come close to the brink
of being more
than just thinks.

But they don’t.
And they won’t.

And then the think
I think
becomes a thunk,
and goes kerplunk.

And nothing I ever do or say
Will make it be more, nor make it be okay.

My ability to cook depends on which room I’m in.
Four burners? Or a king, queen, or twin?
A twin is like stir fry: quick, steamy and hot;
King or queen like slow basted barbeque, simmering, not

rapidly slammed down,
nor overly steamy;
but tender, warm, comfortable,
tasty and dreamy.

So, in the end,
you have to decide
what type of meal
down your palate will glide!

What enjoyment you’ll feel;
which temperment you’ll reveal.