Poet's Agony

I like to write an ode or rhyme
It’s a fun way to pass the time

After many years of composition
I have come to this conclusion

The hardest part of the whole process
And the least enjoyable I must confess

Unless of course you pay a mint
Is to get the stuff in print

Sweet Nothings ... Worthy somethings

Oh! It's the homely things

The "Come running" friendly things

The "Won't you let me help" things

That make our pathway light!

And "Never mind" the "Trouble" things

The "laugh with me" things

It's those funny things

That make our world bright!

So here's to all little things

The "Done" and then "forgotten" things

Those "Oh! It's simply nothing" things

That make life worth the fight!

No more a Fairy Tale

A princess in a castle

A prince in make believe
But if it's not a fairy tale

Then only yourself deceive

A wart upon your nose
May be closer to the truth
And if you think I'm negative
Then you're still in your youth

I believe in poison apples
For I've been given one or two
But never did my prince come forth
To keep me from turning blue

That magic mirror, I'd like to choke
For it is cruel what it says to me

You were the fairest long ago
But not today as you can see

I pricked my finger upon a needle
And saw it hurt and bleed
But there was no prince to rescue me
Not even Johnny Apple seed

I've spun the hay and guessed the rhyme
But never did see gold
I know that life's no fairy tale
Like in those books are told

What my old shoe told me ...

I'm an old worn out shoe

I am not very new

Sitting all by myself
On an old dusty shelf

My white laces are worn
Tattered, tacky, and torn

I've walked a million miles
On carpet, floor, and tiles

My slick, slippery heel
Is a banana peel

My color is faded

The style out-dated

My mate has gone astray

I'm left here to decay