I joined a yoga retreat swimming pool club,
their outdoor natatorium a beautiful dream
learning to love myself a paramount lesson
releasing fear and shame helped to redeem
Optional clothing ruled at the plunge baths,
nakedness my everyday attending I choose
I ogled nude women behind my sunglasses
freedom titillations washed away my blues
Does not paying online chat girls
one dime mean I'm a skinflint
What makes a cheapskate anyway
Are penny pinchers all the same
Dead cattle barons scudding cutthroat
Branding whores in tatty chambers
Does not having the wampum make
the gush and go alright
Who makes a tightwad after all
Are hunkers and pikers equal rats
Innocent courtesans or rabid harlots
Rooting and fruiting in sexpot land
We're leapfrogging limericks a mile a minute
and I ask you what more can a dying man do
we already know worthwhile poem pastimes
let's live by the credo to our own odes be true!
I'm just so happy we're out of the anger bag,
here now steaming towards joyous and free
This Bard leaning mind we here perch 'pon,
'tis manifest ecstasies loving you loving me
Please smile when you think of me
No shaking of the noodle
Meet me on the willows there
Where souls departed doodle
Please coo when you dream of me
No grimacing or wincing
Cover me in belly laughs
That never need convincing
Please grin when you picture me
No wrings of agitation
Greet me in that happy place
Of merciful elation
Your sonnets my brother are hitting at depth,
they're 'pon far fathom and shoulder breadth
The deepness you're in 'tis pinging my shoal,
a sounding line echoing Shakespearean bros
There lies my burned up body
Ashes scattered in the wind
Aloft on Son Tra Mountain
Footloose spirit e'er twinned
Up there lies my resting place
Ushered by long tailed macaques
Adrift and long forgotten
Unfamed soul of melting wax
No headstone, tomb, nor marker
To earmark my existence
Cleared to roam at liberty
The paths of least resistance
Please give us one more chance
To set the world on fire
One reprise from the while
When life asked us to dance
Please give us one more time
To strut upon the stage
One rerun in the lights
To have and eat more cake
Please give us one more pass
To walk the hallowed halls
One redo quenching frets
Of splendors in the grass
Please give us one more shot
To set the record straight
One replay for all time
And rye we never caught
'Tis the very last rime he wrote
'twas right afore Thanksgiving
liking the ode we wanted more
but heard zero after his leaving
Someone said, "there were two"
and both had made the rhymes
something about rune bloggers
and the twinless twin had died
'Tis hard season of Imperial raiders
heavy sailing South, East, and West
preciously hoarding gold and metal
enslaving original at King's request
Oh, how the sailors raped the ladies
murdering husband sans any regret
taking lands by swords and musket
but Happiest Holidays nevertheless!
There are no roads less traveled by
Life's thoroughfares perdured the same
A high road here, a low road there
All paths paved gold without a name
There are no roads less traveled by
Earth's interstates evenly trudged
A species here, a life-form there
All copycats by blue moons judged
There are no roads less traveled by
Time's turnpikes uniformly fared
A signpost here, a rest stop there
All echos where the eagles dared
I'm wishing you a very Happy Birthday Emily
for me you've always been a very kind cousin
showing me affection, sharing a caring smile!
You're a sharp wit with great senses of humor
have a warm, infectious laugh glowing ginger
and bring a happy to my heart when we meet!
