(Poem #234)Red, Red Bra I bought a red bra, she said. I knew you'd like it. The only problem was I didn't have a red blouse to wear with it. I bought that & red pants & shoes, so it wouldn't stand out so much. I also thought of getting red panties. But I said to hell with that. I'm not going to worry if one small part of the outfit doesn't match. And who's going to see my underwear? Just you. What do you know about fashion? Nothing. |
Red, Red Bra -- Hal Sirowitz
Sometimes -- Sheenagh Pugh
(Poem #233)Sometimes Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail. Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well. A people sometimes will step back from war, elect an honest man, decide they care enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor. Some men become what they were born for. Sometimes our best intentions do not go amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to. The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you. |