I Went to My Garden

I went to my garden
And what did I see
A wee little weed
Grinning up at me

Should I pluck it out
Destroy its short life
No, I think not

So, live little weed
Enjoy the sun
OH MY WORD!
I see another one.

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What a Month

What a month
2000 January has been
Sopranos win awards
You betcha – They’re all men.

Grandmas stage a protest
See snow for the first time
Then hurry home to Cuba
For margaritas and a lime.

Winter landed with a vengeance
Where winters never went
So Alabama and her neighbors
Have frustrations they wish to vent.

Two fine teams, no one much were talking of
Made it to the Super Bowl
A lot of stressed spandex
As they fought for their goal.

This first month of the millenium
Now is at last over and done
Maybe we will get one fine day
Before groundhog has his fun.

The Streets of Hudson

The streets of Hudson

Have made me smile

Often I say but now they beguile

The windows are superlative

The decoration give cheer

Holy Moly I’m glad

I’m living here

To everyone who has worked

Extra hard and all that

Hurray and hurrah

And a tip of my hat

Fifth avenue In the city

Has nothing on us

And we don’t have to travel

Or create any fuss

We can stroll down our street

Take our time on us

And we don’t have to travel

Or create any fuss

We can stroll down our street

Take our time as we look

No one to push up

No crowds giving shooks

We can return

Every day if we like

On our feet or in cars

I suppose even a bike

Thank you Warren Street

For looking so fine

And thank you merchants

Now it’s time for some wine

Enjoy your holiday

Everyone says the same

But this year I will

That’s the name of my game