The letterbox rattled
As the post came
through the door
One after another
They landed on the
floor
The top most envelope
Was from Bimbette’s
friend
But emblazoned on it
Were the words
"DO NOT BEND"
Bimbette pondered for
some time
About that piece of
post
How was she to pick it
up?
Puzzled her most
I’m used to the term
Surf and turf on a
menu
If you want meat and
seafood
But now if you want to
Eat Beef and Chicken
together
You order Leather and
feather
There is definitely a difference,
So please make no
mistake,
Between a bag of
crisps and a condom
One of them you salt
and shake
Acheron, the river of pain,
One of the five rivers
of hades
Where Charon the
ferryman
Plied his morbid trade
Luminary personage
Of prominence
A bright light
In the firmament
Truly brilliant
Outshone only
By his achievements
I’m happier now I’ve gotten older,
I’ve learned to ignore
the negative
And care less what people
think
So now it’s easier to
be positive
I can only guess at
What the future might
hold
Will I even make old
bones?
Not that I want to
live forever,
But whatever age I
achieve
I don’t want to look
back
And wonder what might
have been
So I will live every
day
Like it was to be my
last
So at the end
I will not lament my
past
And now I will not
worry
About what might be
