Sometimes. Never. Always.

Sometimes women can be a little bit over-emotional.
Never call them drama queens.

Sometimes women can be a little bit bitchy.
Never call them bitches.

Sometimes women can be a little bit unpretty.
Never call them ugly.

Sometimes women can be a little bit silly.
Never call them stupid.

Sometimes women can be a little bit dirty.
Never call them whores or hoes.

Sometimes women can be a little bit demanding.
Never call them high-maintenance.

Always beautiful, intelligent, savvy, independent, fabulous, wonderful.
Always.

The Greatest Grammy

Not hearing your laugh.
Not seeing your dancing eyes.
Missing your kisses. 

Bad Blogger

I have been away.
Much too long since I've written.
Be back very soon.

Swelter

Heat, heat, go away.
Come around another day.
Please wait until June.

For My Grammy

It saddens me so.
Memories I have of us.
You have forgotten.

Whirly-Gig

Tornado came through.
Had to be ready for it.
So put on lipstick.

Frizzazzled

Frazzled I will be.
Homework and essays are the
Only things I see.

The Winter That Wasn't

Oh where, oh where can we get a snow view?
This winter in Baltimore has been a bust.
With meteorologists and their forecasts untrue,
Who can we possibly trust?

Do they not see what they do to us
Each time they hypothesize a storm?
The mention of snow and ice makes all of us cuss
As we sprint to the supermarket -- true to form.

Bread, milk, and toilet paper are on our long lists.
But as we sadly find that items are gone from the shelves,
It's certain we might plan a near caper,
Or wish for replenishment from Santa's elves.

We buy things we don't need,
And we don't buy things we do need.
All because they so shamelessly mislead.
Have they been to the store and seen the stampede?

Here's a plea for them to get it right.
It's not fair that they get it wrong though still get paid.
Stop giving the citizens of Baltimore such a fright.
One day we will wise up and not be so easily swayed.