The Cruelest Month: Redux

   

A Simple Question for April...

Where is your sense of disgrace today

 

As the sleet blankets gravel and roof tops ?

 

There's frost connecting my flower beds

 

As well as the blossoming snowdrops...

I would have thought much better of you

 

Had you altered this wicked detraction;

 

Perhaps there's no hope for this 'cruelest of months'

 

And, hence, no kind-hearted redaction!!!

poem by L.P.-G. / April 4, 2022

" April is the cruelest month"

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 Redux upon Redux (sigh...)

  [4-18-2022]

There's snow on my magnolia tree;

The daffodils have drooped;

No cherry blossoms smile at me,

And all of Spring

Seems stooped ...

They say of April,

"She's so cruel ! ... No

Saint among our year!"

To April's snowy mess outside:

" Melt fast and disappear !!"

written by L.P.-G.

Suffering 'Gladly' Today: The April Fool

 

How shines The Fool

On a day like today!

Are there pranks 'pending'?

Bluffs yet to play ?

A fool's not a halfwit,

But simply a jester;

In terms of deception,

He's one smart investor !

                                                          poem by L.P.-G.  4/2022

IF SALLY BOWLES WAS RELUCTANT TO SAY IT...

 

I also know who 

wouldn't 

have been

Velma Kelly and Hunyak the Hungarian via Cell Block Tango

In other words...

He Had It Coming !!!

FOLIE À DEUX

 

  FOLIE  À  DEUX

A Washington matron

named Ginni

[A red-head we'd

never call skinny]

Has texted collusions,

Chock full of delusions,

A scandal grown

'Big-time',

[Not 'mini']...

Her hubby's a justice

From Pinpoint,

A town that's a

Distasteful jip-joint;

Does Clarence now think

That his spouse needs

A shrink?

If not, he's as nuts

As wife, Ginni !!!

poem by L.P.-G.

IT WAS YESTERDAY THAT MY...

 

...beautiful Irish grandchildren celebrated their heritage

...though the eldest is best represented by 'years gone by'

It's never too late to say éirinn go bragh