I Wonder Where That Blogger Went?

If you wonder where that blogger went

If his absence leaves you discontent

There’s a path I know 

Where you just might go

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To some light verse will just annoy

To others it brings some simple joy

There’s a pocketful of dreadful rhymes

That don’t rise to the level of crimes

Stay If they cheer you on your way

But if you dislike them, just go away.

Its location’s at one of those “blogspot.com’s”

Idontknowson3rd.blogspot.com

Go ahead, type it in, it is no sin

The workings of a silly mind you’ll find therein.

I’m Looking For An Equinox

Not the Chevrolet—the one I want’s no car at all—
For certain though there is, in fact, a new one every fall,

This long awaited equinox, 

That all my neighbors want so much, 

has less to do with cars and such

And more to do with clocks. 

All of us see them more than once, 

But unlike football there are no punts. 

This equinox of which I speak often is so cool,

It can make the “good ol’ boys” surrounding me just drool

That equinox by Chevy
Which can be so very heavy, 

Some blasts of cool air it may bring;
But we crave cool air from shorter days, not air conditioning

When it offers respite from the sun’s hot rays 

The equinox autumnal is our favorite down here.

You “Yanks” can have those warmer days of vernal spring,

 We’d sooner have some fresh cool air, than almost anything.

Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Husbands

Mamas why do the husbands all have to be killers 

On Forty-Eight Hours, and Dateline so much

Though they might even seem to be society’s pillars

Even businessmen, lawyers and doctors and such.

You know those that aren’t killers are just plain old boring

And husbands like those you’d soon be ignoring.

Though it might seem at first the killer’s unknown

In the blink of an eye, the guilty husband is shown

Even those that play cards wind up guilty as heck 

Sure as fifty-two cards there are in a deck

If you find out he really loves huntin’ and fishin’

Then to be rid of his wife he’ll most always be wishin’

The husband just couldn’t see walkin’ away

Though he knows for certain he’d be a free man today

He’d surely have kept those sheriffs and judges at bay

But he can’t get on Forty-Eight Hours or Dateline that way.

Sue Grafton--Thoughts About Sue That Might Make Us Blue

Is there a day coming when we will all moan

Where on earth have you gone, Kinsey Milhone?

The Alphabet Mysteries were Sue Grafton’s creation, 

And they became a detective story treat for the nation. 

We first met Kinsey with A is for Alibi

From imminent danger Kinsey never did shy,

As the years went by Sue led us along

Through the rest of the alphabet and didn’t do wrong, 

Meaning of course that she never skipped a letter 

Though Sue might have titled some a bit better. 

Which leads me on to a dumb question 

Did she write these books before creating the title?

Or was the title itself really quite vital

In setting the course of each succeeding book,

Which left the rest of the story for the players to cook.

I find myself looking ahead to her grand finale  

Ah, but Z is for Zipjust sounds right up her alley.

Watch Out It’s A Poet

You have to be careful when you run into a poet

It surprises me still how few people know it

He’s filling his head with so many things

Then one day he’ll add verse and give them some wings

Yes, you have to be careful hanging  ‘round with a poet,

He’ll steal some of your thoughts and you won’t even know it.

Burgers—How Long Will They Survive?

I love a good burger, still a bit pink inside

Soon the aroma to my senses on the wind will ride,

And capture at once that rebel in me, its latest victim.

Though the Nutritionist insists—“No more beef for him.”

O let me have that burger but, Oh My Grillmaster

Before you cease, please, upon it a slice of cheese do plaster.

I’ll place it on a round lightly toasted bun

No thanks, I don’t like those square ones.

Ketchup and mustard are both required

Maybe lettuce and mayo if I’m so inspired,

Then leave me be, I’ll munch quietly, 

As you talk about switching to turkey.

But at veggie burgers I’ve drawn the line

With the lights somewhat dimmed I tried eating mine,

Obscuring the light was not enough cover,

Eating just that one I’m no veggie lover.

Oh sure, I accept a turkey burger on a bun

But on occasion give me back my beefy one. 

Another Show, Don’t You Know?

Dorian, Dorian--It's Just Another Show

We’ve had no wind like Dorian’s

According to historians.

Our records just do not contain

Another storm with so much rain.

While politicians wring their hands 

And make evacuation plans,

Which they carryout  prematurely 

To save us from ourselves ‘tis surely.

They carry out their plans to show

Everyone else how much they know 

And Surprise, surprise! It’s a media show.