Stash Report

          Monroe Mouse

Monroe was a happy mouse
But he was quite unusual, you see.
He enjoyed eating seeds and grain
But he’d never partake of cheese.

Like others of a mousey persuasion…
Monroe wasn’t too hard to please…
He’d consume corn and bread and such
But he drew the line at cheese.

Monroe’s mother had tried everything.
She coaxed and begged on bended knees
But twas of no avail, dear reader,
Monroe just wouldn’t eat his cheese.

Dad tried but like his mother, he failed.
“Just a nibble and we’ll have peace.”
But Monroe remained quite adamant…
He refused to taste the cheese.

Monroe was not really a picky eater…
He’d lunch on lettuce, broccoli and peas.
But when it came to milk products,
He couldn’t stomach the thought of cheese.

Edam, Munster, cheddar, Swiss…
Monroe would have no part of these.
He felt the world would be a better place
If no one had invented cheese.

The pages of time, they turned…
Monroe traded meadows for the trees.
He took a bride… a wonderful gal
But she only knew how to cook cheese.

Eat it or not, tis all I have to offer you.
(The first of his bride’s marital decrees.)
Left with no choice, Monroe sat down
And he finally tried the cheese.

It was soft and squishy, with an off-putting tang.
The smell caused Monroe to sneeze…
Just as he had always suspected…
He detested the taste of cheese.

There are always life lessons
Found in parables like these:
Look to find a good wife…
Make sure she cooks more than cheese.

                    Stash

Hunger

Went to the fridge,
To find something sweet.
Unfortunately,
There was nothing there to eat.

Pity.

The Story Of Life

You have some fun…
Then you’re done.

End

If someone were to ask me…

I’d tell them that the word ‘indeed’
Is a term that we just don’t need.

Important people use it-

When they’re speaking from the heart
Or to prove to us that they are smart.

‘Indeed’ is a term unnecessary.

If the pompous speaker was forced to confess…
He’d admit it merely substitutes for ‘yes’.

‘Indeed’ is a pretentious term to use.

Why is ‘yes”so hard for them to say?
Why this need for linguistic play?

One plus one is two.
‘Indeed’, that is true.

Sometimes we don’t need ‘indeed’ at all.

Oftentimes it merely takes up space,
Bestowing, for the speaker, a verbal grace.

Today is ‘indeed’ a very hot day.
Today is hot. (What he meant to say.)

To be succinct…
We don’t need ‘indeed
…or so I think.

Stash

It was a sunny summer day.
Mickey and friends, were out to play.
They’d been sporting for quite a while….
When a sound heard,
Brought each lad smile.

Around the corner came a tinkling…
An engine’s hum and a happy ringing.
Each child carried a buck
For this moment…
The ice cream truck.

Such was the case today…
The children formed a line to pay
For the fabled Double Fudgie treat,
The stuff of dreams,
A delight to eat.

The queue was formed, just in time
And little Mickey was fifth in line.
The Fudgie had surely been blessed…
Of all those offered,
It was the best.

Little by little Mick crept nearer.
To what couldn’t have been any dearer.
Sweet chocolate goodness on a stick…
Time moved slowly…
“Let my turn come quick.”

One step more… his opportunity arrived…
(Mick was patient and he had survived.)
“What’ll it be?”The friendly man inquired.
“A Double Fudgie!!”
(Twas all he desired.)

The vendor’s smile suddenly disappeared
As he uttered words Mick had always feared.
“Sorry buddy, Bill just got the last one.”
Blackness descended
Over Mickey’s dessert sun.

Stunned in unanticipated disbelief,
Mick was laid speechless in his grief.
“Hey kid, speak up… what’ll it be?”
“Gotta get goin’…
“It’s quarter past three.”

“A Strawberry Twister.” was Mick’s reply.
(Not what he had intended to buy.)
A second choice… not quite as good…
The die was cast…
And so too childhood.

Twister was not what Mickey had craved.
(To spent the cash, which he had saved.)
But though his choice was second rated,
Mick enjoyed his treat…
And he ate it.

A bright realization now occurred
To a boy, whose hope had been deferred.
A lesson that grew so grand,
Useful later
When he formed a band.

Years later, a songwriter, searching for lines,
Mick recalled events from a past time.
He remembered his Fudgie, so divine…
How he settled
And still came out fine.

In a song, that most of you know,
You can hear Mick’s philosophy flow:

?You can’t always get what you want
But If you try some time,
You just might find…
You can get what you need. ?

Little choices can lead to big things.
Take this advice from a guy who sings.
Concession can lead to a fine conclusion…
Compromise is sometimes a nice solution.

End

Christmas 2021

We’ve had COVID and it’s been rough
But Christmas is happening anyway.
While things may have been tough,
You cannot keep the good times away.

Happiness is a place found in the mind…
Simply an attitude upon which it depends.
Peace is something that’s easy to find….
When you’re lucky enough to have friends.

Merry Christmas,
Alexis and Stash

Little Sylvia

Little Sylvia was feeling vexed today.
It was raining outside
And she wanted to play.

Her toys, all worn and old,
Did not amuse her…
Or so I’m told.

Poor child , she was bored…
“I’ve nothing to do!!”
Wee Sylvia roared.

Always ripe with imagination,
A thought occurred…
“I need a vacation!”

Putting rubbers on her feet,
She grabbed an umbrella
And headed down the street.

Outside it was wet and gray.
Sidewalks were empty,
Sylvia went on her way.

Puddles were fun, for a while
But Sylvia realized
She’d hiked nearly a mile.

Now it was getting on to noon.
Stomach growling…
Lunchtime approached very soon.

So Sylvia turned herself for home
The adventure was over…
Gone was her urge to roam.

Into the house and wiping her feet,
She shouted out,
“Hey Mom… what’s there to eat?”

Sylvia, was wet and dripping on the rug,..
Her Mother bent close
Offering a warm, loving hug.

“Let’s take care of your empty belly…”
Off to the kitchen
For peanut butter and jelly.”

Syl ate her sandwich, so tasty…
And thought her plan, earlier,
Might have been a bit hasty.

With jam still smeared across her face,
Sylvia smiled with an awareness:
Home would always be the very best place.

Stash 10/28/21

It’s Not Fair

It’s not fair.
No, not COVID.
I speak of hair.

It is sad to think….
What was once so precious
Lies now in my sink.

Forever a great despair,
The inevitability
Of my dwindling hair.

Stash

Woe To Fall

Leaves, leaves, leaves.
Not on my lawn…

They belong on trees.

Stash

Someone once said that this poem was the product of a troubled mind. H-m-m… maybe so. In any event, I sure had fun writing this ditty. It’s from deep in my archives but I wanted to revisit it once again. Be advised… don’t be looking for a happy ending. Stash

Bring Me The Head of Teddy Bear

Bring me the head of Teddy Bear…
Roast his body and make it rare.
(The Queen of Toys was having a bad day.)

Ted was guilty of being, “just too cute”.
A beguiling attitude in a three piece suit.
(The Queen was offended and Ted would have to pay.)

Seized at home, while still in bed,
The Queen’s guard was sent to make him dead.
(“Terminate him quickly, with no delay!”)

With the sands of sleep still in his eye,
Teddy broke down and began to cry.
(What words of apology could he say?)

The executioners were unmoved by his sobs…
They had been sent on similar jobs.
(Their expertise would shine today.)

A farewell kiss for Mama bear…
The soldiers pulled Ted by his golden hair.
(To a dark and foreboding alleyway.)

Given a moment to say a prayer,
To his knees dropped Teddy Bear.
(Could it be that all would end in sad dismay?)

Ted always thought himself a winner.
How could he become the good Queen’s dinner?
(Was this a cruel game he was being forced to play?)

No, this wasn’t jest… no fun was intended…
The end of a life, once so splendid.
(The guards had no words of comfort to say.)

Their sword rose up… the end was swift.
All because the Queen was miffed.
(Ted’s head now decorated a silver tray.)

There was a party held that night
And Teddy’s head was the central sight.
(The last time his cuteness would be on display.)

Ted’s life was over… it had ceased
And now began the royal feast.
(A fine time was had at the festival gay.)

I guess it’s true that life’s not fair…
That happy endings are often rare.
(Poor Teddy learned this lesson the hard way.)

Stash