Wake Up Alarm

I got up to the morning ringing alarm bell,

Did my pooping and my peeing, all is working well,

I do not take anything for granted anymore, not me,

One will be a complete fool, to overlook and not to see,

Alternatives are aplenty, not all good, most are bad,

Our days getting shorter, nights are longer, it is sad,

Does it rain more nowadays? Maybe cooler as well,

Is summer getting to be even hotter than hell?

Many a question go through my head as of late,

Lucky my morning alarm will wake up the dead.



Cold May

No rain, no shine, no snow nor sleet,

Toronto’s weather, has been real shit,

It is mid-May and minus one tonight,

Out for a walk, you end up with a frostbite,

This is no way to celebrate the spring,

No BBQ with steak, thigh, or chicken wing,

The weather is going from bad to worse,

Getting snow in May is a mighty curse,

Global warming? My ass, it is cold out there,

In the park tonight, I saw a polar bear


I Once Had a Daughter

I once had a daughter, after three boys,
Came To the world, with a squeaky little voice,
A handful she was, thru all the years,
She accounts for most of my white hairs,
For time now, she has not been talking to me,

Since her mother and I, no longer eye to eye see,

As the years pass by, who knows what awaits,
A day, a month, a year, only faith dictates,
Maybe to my headstone, she’ll talk after I die,
Although I’m doubting she’ll get a reply.


Getting Screwed

Some don’t know if day it is, or night,
Some cannot differentiate black from white,
Few talk, more should listen, open your ears,
Most of us do, as we add on the years,
Yet regardless of age some never know,
(This is very clear, as black tar on snow),
The difference between being screwed,
And getting laid, I can only conclude

Spring Ahoy !

Today is the first day of spring

I woke up feeling amazing like a king

As spring rings my doorbell, open the door

Last night was a great and lovely, minus four

The snow flowers blossom so handsomely white

Sway in the tornado at 100 MPH such a delight

Cannot wait for summer to be sunny and nice

Maybe by July we shall be rid of the ice


The Index is Gone

Since childhood I have been like a sponge,

From breakfast to dinner to teatime and lunch,

I read and studied and memorized all I could,

All my life this I did, since early childhood,

As a man I became and was a walking database,

I knew it all, an encyclopedia, a full bookcase,

I grew older, all the data still there no doubt,

Still I know the answers, but they do not come out,

I now understand, as you grow older your data stays,

However, your index, your table of contents lost its ways,

I am now as a book full of info, but the index is misplaced,

Between my ears, I might as well be keeping tomato paste,