The Droll Spectator

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Few facts
Stunning speculation.
Heaping hyperbole.
Angry accusations.
Delayed discovery.
Rare retractions.

Morning Mourning

I've been known

to shed a tear,

at films and books,

or things I hear.

But each morn I cry,

and can hardly bare,

to see myself,

in the mirror.

In The Eye Of The Beholder

I was surprised to see,

two women staring at me.

“He’s quite handsome”, said the first.

“I agree”, said the next.

Two ladies at the D.M.V.,

failing their eye test.

Government Deregulation

Clever Retort

I have had discussions

to which my reply,

is only thought by me,

after years have gone by.

Once I was told

I would not amount to much.

I would be a failure,

in every project I would touch.

I was called unappealing.

It took me all aback.

But now I know the words

that at the time I lacked.

When I was told these things,

that seemed to me so bad.

I should turned and said

with confidence “Oh Yeah?”

Poetic Pretension

The inclination to give perception,

of eloquent literary invention,

may cause an author's attention,

to submit to poetic pretension.

The serious poets curse,

may be to write in fanciful verse.

With works that appear,

a mix of King James and Shakespeare.

Though temptation may beguile,

still I resist that style.

Perhaps because my muse,

is closer to Seuss.

Off On The Right Foot

When I awake,

shortly after morning’s light,

to ensure a better day,

I put my shoes on right.

Robotic Resolve

I got a robot

to do my common chores.

It freed from the things

I don’t like doing anymore.

I’m getting out of shape.

I guess the reason why,

is because I’ve made the robot

do my exercise.

Pressing Engagement

What is my next deadline you ask?

And how does it make me feel?

I admit I’m always nervous,

I might be late for my next meal.

I Respectfully Disagree

I have a bone of contention.

With most I disagree.

I alone am not the cause,

of this world's misery.

Happy Day

The sun did not rise that day.

The animals had fled away.

It rained hard and would not stop.

And turned to steam on a ground hot.

Yet everyone had a similar view,

when they had heard the news.

For from the earth on that day,

I had finally gone away.

Then each person danced and twirled,

“And all was right in the world.”

Commute Salute or Left On Their Own Rats Wouldn’t Race

Weekday wheeled warriors,

weaving wildly,

wishing, waiting,

wondering why.

When will we wander?

Winnebago's, wobbly water wagons,

watching while wishing

we were within walking.

Why would we waist workdays watching wreaks?

Weary, whistling, wrenched, weirdos.