Best Holiday Advice

Have yourself a carefree little Christmas;
if you're feeling blue, 
listen now to what I recommend for you.
Have yourself a carefree little Christmas.
Plan a little trip.
See an agent. Find yourself the perfect ship.

East coast to the Bahamas go 
on a Carribean cruise.
West side sail down to Mexico.
Either way you just can't lose.

Free your child.  Get a little wild.
Laugh and dance and play.
"Life's a beach," 
is what I want to hear you say.
So have yourself a carefree Christmas holiday.

Christmas Wishing Sonnet

Although there's nothing much that I could add
to all the Christmas wishes ever made,
I'll wish for you that traffic won't be bad
the day you shop and that you may get paid
some kind of Christmas bonus for a change,
and when beneath the mistletoe you stand,
I hope you're not approached by someone strange,
but rather by a stranger who is grand!
And should you be so childish (I mean bold)
to ice skate on a lake or board the snow,
I pray for you that you don't catch a cold
or break a leg as down some hill you go.
My wishes, like my gifts, are kind of cheap;
May faith in them require no giant leap!

I Heard Mother

(to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")

I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf
As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve.
He'd hid in St. Nick's sleigh
And then sneaked out to play
After having waited for his boss to fly away.
Mother caught him gobbling all our snacks
After he tore open every gift.
Oh, when she glared down at his face,
He went scrambling from our place
Screaming, "Santa, stop the sleigh-
I need a lift!"

I'm Dreaming of a New Body

I'm dreaming of a new body with every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating, 
I can't stop cheating.          
There's just too many Christmas snacks.
My nightmare is a pot belly 
with every Christmas treat I take. 
But I can't stop feasting, 
my size increasing;
When I stand on the scales they break.
Yes, I'm dreaming of a trim waistline,
so take that chex mix from my face.
May my buns be smaller and flat, and may all my body lose its fat!

I'm Getting Green Stuff for Xmas

Refrain: I'm gettin' green stuff for Christmas.
I'll have no gifts to return.
I'm gettin' green stuff for Christmas.
This honey loves money to burn!

I used to make a little list (I've learned my lesson well).
I wrote the things for which I wished (I've learned my lesson well).
As my mate went out the door, list in hand to K-mart store,
I figured I had eased his chore. (I've learned my lesson well.)
(Refrain)
On Christmas morn when I awoke (I've learned my lesson well),
I always found it such a joke (I've learned my lesson well).
Hubbie was a brainiac.  There unwrapped still in the sack
were items I would just take back. (I've learned my lesson well).
(Refrain)
One year I learned a little trick (I've learned my lesson well).
It even pleases my St. Nick (I've learned my lesson well).
All I need beneath my tree are chocolates and then to see
a check that is made out to me! I've learned my lesson well.
(Refrain)

Oh, Christmas Tree

Oh, Christmas tree.  Oh, Christmas tree.
You're just an imitation.
Oh, Christmas tree.  Oh, Christmas tree.
A tragic situation.
We got you back in ‘82 
When you were shiny spanking new,
But now with all that you've been through,
It's getting hard to look at you.

Oh, Christmas tree.  Oh, Christmas tree.
The family cat has jumped on you.
Oh, Christmas tee.  Oh, Christmas tree.
Your drooping branches broke in two.
You used to give us such a thrill,
But now we only get a chill.
So sadly to the garbage bin,
We'll shed a tear; then toss you in.

Raining in December (mixed-up Christmas song)

Refrain: Cats and dogs, cats and dogs, cats and dogs each day
It's raining in December how it used to rain in May.
Oh, cats and dogs, cats and dogs, cats and dogs each day.
You'll have to play in puddles cause we've long since ditched the sleigh.

To fill vacation time when we were young and spry
Up a hill we'd climb; on sleds we'd face-down lie.
Down that hill we'd go, bundled up against the snow
And later skate upon a lake with rosy cheeks aglow-Oh!

(Refrain)

Now my children say, "Can we go outside?"
"If you want to play, use galoshes," I reply.
At "Blockbusters" I get some videos to rent.
Home I drive.  When I arrive, they're waiting dripping wet. Oh!

(Refrain)

All the lights dimmed low except the Christmas tree's.
We sit to watch a show, bowls of popcorn on our knees.
Such a merry group.  We all know what matters.
Time together; chicken soup to sound of pitter-patters.

(Refrain)

Santa Scrooge (Sonnet#89)

The Santa that I know is not so nice.
If there's a gift I tell him that I'd like,
he only will complain about the price,
and when December comes, he goes on strike!

For Santa is no sweet and jolly gent.
For instance, when it's time to do the tree,
he hates to have to bring it from the basement
I trim it then without the grumble-bee.

It hurts my back to put up outside lights,
But I don't bother my "dear" Clause for that.
And so our house stands naked through the nights
of Christmas time ‘cause Santa is a rat!

My Santa Baby's great at subterfuge.
So ho, ho, ho for me.  I married Scrooge!

White Elephant Christmases

Every holiday season when grades are handed in,
Classes then are finished, and each teacher wears a grin.
There's a Yuletide celebration for all faculty and staff.
We come to stuff our faces and to gossip and to laugh.
After appetizers, salads, baked potato and some ham,
There's developed a traditional finale to the program.
We gather in a circle; in the middle is a heap
Of our presents, some like new and some we folks don't want to keep!
Nomen Global's Great White Elephant Hunt is what I like the best
To see who gets the finest gift and who gets left with a jest.
But here's what makes it interesting as people take their turns:
If there's a previous item that's unwrapped for which one yearns,
He can steal that gift away and not take something new.
Then the person that was stolen from has two things HE can do:
Choose from the stack of unopened gifts or steal from somebody too!
If you follow what I'm saying, you can guess what might ensue.
Always several items are bound to please our crowd,
But stealing of a present only three times is allowed.
So round the room we go unwrapping every gift,
Then one more time around stealing back or getting stiffed!
I find it quite hilarious when a guys gets stuck with dishes,
Scented candles, or photo frames (nothing for which he wishes).
Anxiously he'll scout the room for a future female taker,
Choose to be a merrymaker or perhaps a bellyacher!
Inevitably someone gets a tape or book three decades old.
(Pity the soul who's ended up with that dumb gift to hold).
I'm afraid that were it me, I'd be a sour sport
If with my last turn finished, someone from me did extort
Something that I favored and didn't soon want to lose.
Somehow every year, though, it seems I always choose
A gift that I, and I alone, find valuable to keep-
Like the teddy bear in a pink tutu (its beauty for me skin-deep,
For I heard some gasps as I grabbed it from someone delighted to let it go!)
Yes, our school's white elephant gift exchange is my favorite quid pro quo.

Blood of Christ

Blood of Christ did seep from every pore
As in Gethsemane he knelt to pray.
Who can know the suffering that he bore?

He struggled and his Father did implore;
With crimson drops for all our sins did pay.
Blood of Christ did seep from every pore.

Can any have endured this labor more?
He agonized, and on his face dew lay.
Think of all the suffering he bore!

He wept and pled for man both rich and poor
While friends slept on and one would soon betray
The blood of Christ which seeped from every pore.

Even when his flesh with nails they tore,
'Twas night when schemes of Satan he did slay.
No one knows the suffering that he bore.

And we must not his martyrdoms ignore,
Nor be as Pharisees with feet of clay.
Blood of Christ did seep from every pore.
Who of us can ever know the suffering that he bore?

Autumn, You Are Best

Autumn, you are best in the time that I was born.
In the beginning, when children scurry to school.
Not in the end, when trees of leaves have soon been shorn
By winds or flurries of snow when days are too cool.
I love you in the time of Indian summer's glow
When days are still bright, and they linger into night,
And trees along mountains are putting on a show,
Even to Halloween when we revel in fright.
Quickly how you pass into winter's fierce grasp.
You fall, and only recollections can I clasp.

Autumnal Transition of the Bounty

The pumpkins
    The pumpkins
         The pumpkins all are gone.
Where did all the lovely pumpkins go?
I saw them just a month ago 
outside the grocery store-
so round and sitting pretty in a row.

Potatoes
     Potatoes
           Potato sales are on
the sweet, the brown, and every type we know.
Now trickling down from Idaho
to us are spuds galore.
When pumpkins disappear, potatoes flow!

Dancing Leaves

Golden leaves are dancing in the street,
Happily, for skies do not them show
That soon by evening glow shall be first snow,
Yet they shall meet decease with glee replete!

Merrily they frolic to-and-fro.
How do leaves dance so without two feet?
Oh, if like the leaves we each could greet
Our days with zest, death never to foreknow.

A Celtic Ghost Recalls

Although my time is timeless on this earth,
I still recall when days of gold turned cold
and how we all believed this new year's birth
was eve that spirits roamed; bad ones grew bold!

We'd leave our homes unlit and uninviting
lest spirits might possess our souls this night.
We gathered round the fire our priests were lighting;
whooped like ghouls to give the ghosts a fright.

Through history came changes; then a drought.
I followed my descendants to the shore
of strange new land where kids with glee go out
this so-called "Halloween" from door to door.

My forebears wrongly feared the likes of me.
To think this night is mainly for the candy!

Come With Us Halloweening

Come with us Halloweening.  We'll frolic in the streets.
We'll race from house to house to house spouting "Trick-or-Treats"
and eagerly we'll each collect confections in a bag.
Fellow ghouls, we'll abandon you if you even start to lag!
No slackers in OUR party as we dash from door to door.
Unlit locations and far-removed places instinctively we ignore.
Our goal: to gather all we can hold on this wickedly winsome night,
the "All Hallowed Eve" of children's dreams for fantasy and delight
when children's wild imaginings collectively take flight
in form of ensembles of diverse kinds- of whimsey and some of fright.
For me and Dale that's part of the fun, but even better yet
is what we've been counting the days off for- is the bounty we're going to get!
And through the dark we onward dart.  Watch as we trespass
people's lawns, but ones with barking dogs we cleverly bypass.
And when we find to be bulging our Halloweening sacks,
we'll double back home to deposit them; then quickly head on back
until we've covered every block of every foreknown spot
that ever we have frequented and a few that we have not!
Then speed we homeward at the time expected with some dread
when darkened windows greet us and most folks have gone to bed
to throw our candies on the floor, our pleasured eyes to feed
on chocolate bars, on licorice, and scrumptious, chewy things,
tossing out the raisins, tiny suckers or silly fruit
or offering them to our sisters who got too little loot
and last off to bed , our day complete, to dream of how we'll feast 
each day of the week remaining, savoring our treasury of sweets.

The Fairy of Motherhood

At night beside her precious charge she'll tarry
softly crooning lullabies till morn-
most blessed of all God's helpers is this fairy
who serves the mother and her newly born.
When magic dust is sprinkled from above,
the harried mother holds her baby near.
The fairy aids the blossoming of love
in one who coos while cradling her dear.

I Picked A Rose

In a lovely place paradisiacal where soft rains do flowers bring,
Which upon revealing their petals do let forth and start to sing,
And which shimmer in synchronization and in undulating hues
As their vocalizations reverberate their sweet melodious tunes,
I think is where I saw you first among that radiant cluster,
echoing praises to the Maker with all the fervor you could muster.
You resided in a spot slightly shaded on the border
Where ornamental shrubbery lent the garden immaculate order,
Not amidst the pansies or other annual flowers
That glimmer for their time but need rest at a pre-set hour,
But there with the stalwart bushes, unobtrusive in your pose.
A simple classic beauty.
For my guide, I picked a rose.

Mother's Crown of Pink (Sonnet #78)

My mother's hair hung thick and to her waist.
But seldom did she wear it in that way,
For always in a bun she had it placed
Til it was loosed and on her pillow lay.
She oft reminds me how I said to her
As a little child, "Your hair is pink."
From how she tells this story, I infer
I must have caused her tender heart to sink.
She aged, yet grey was not upon her head.
We said, "An older woman cuts her hair."
Mom acquiesced and lost those locks rare red
She'd humbly worn for years when young and fair.
She's seventy with bobbed hair turned to brown,
And now I miss her once "pink" glory crown.

A Springtime Introduction

Spring fever's in the air.  You don't suspect.
Reflecting on your grievances, you sigh,
Then cry to me how he can't satisfy
Your every petty need, for you expect
Perfection.  Yet you show him no respect.
No, you elect to lie and vilify
This wretched one who does personify
Long-suffering; his life you've nearly wrecked.
You'd have us genuflect and kiss your feet,
Oh, stiff-necked "friend," who metes out ridicule.
But you have been the tool to teach deceit
To those whom you mistreat; you've breathed the fuel.
He's mine, and now your rule is obsolete!
Meet April.  Victory sweet!  You are her fool.

'Tis Spring

Rejuvenate!  ‘Tis spring.
Cruel winter's lost its cling.
We wake across this earth
To welcome its rebirth
Let loose old strings and sing!

‘Tis time of spring.  Rejoice!
Reverence with glad noise.
In flowered meadows meet
To dance with merry feet.
Bring lutes, flutes, drums and resonant voice.

Reflect.  Again, ‘tis spring.
Robin's on the wing.
Lean upon a fruited tree.
Hear the drone of honeybee.
Breathe the bloom of lovely lilac sprig.

‘Tis time.  Reconcile.
Greet each creature with a smile.
As Christ for us bled tears
To banish our worst fears
See everyone as God's own dear child.

Refresh yourself!  ‘Tis spring.
The world is bathed in green.
Disrobe and dip your soul
Until you've had your full.
Then others to the waters bring.
 
‘Tis season to regrow.
Heed nature's lead below.
Each gift you have to nourish
Must be shared to flourish.
Replenish bounties God did you bestow.

Epic of the Patron Saint, St. Patrick

When Roman rule to shores of Briton reached,
One was born who changed the history
Of Christianity through word he preached.

This "Patricus" in fifteenth century
Caught by pagans, made to tend their sheep
While just a lad, a saint would one day be.

There came to him, this slave, as he did sleep,
A vision God would help him break away.
He fled and learned in God all faith to keep.

Back home a vision came he could not gainsay.
"Voice of the Irish" said to come
To live amongst them. This would be his pathway.

He studied and a bishop did become.
To Rome did not succumb; To Ireland turned
To live amidst the pagans with aplomb.

He spoke and many listened, and they learned.
A king he did convert.  He had no fear.
His reputation grew and was well-earned.

Slavery he helped make disappear
Along with human sacrifice and warfare.
Converts to his teachings did adhere.

Love and power of prayer he did declare,
And he alone of women so well spoke.
He's now revered; his day is met with fanfare.

For all the wonders Patrick did invoke
(The driving out of snakes unlikely true),
A toast is given him by Irish folk.

Each seventeenth of March a big to-do,
The wearing of the shamrock, early mass,
Rivers dyed in green, processions too.

A day to raise to Paddy each our glass!

Luck O' the Irish

Ah!  Here I am then all snug in my seat.
I've plenty of popcorn and candies to eat.
The previews appeared without any glitch,
And I'm loving it here in my own little niche.
If I want, I can use the seat I'm behind
To put up my feet.  There's no one to mind,
For finding the one empty seat was my goal,
And I'm sitting behind it.  Most others are full.

Oh, no!  What is this?  Some guy just walked in
Right when the movie is just to begin.
No, not toward the back!!  Stay in the middle.
Dang it!  He's here, and his head is not little.
Smack dab in front of me; wish I could yell.
My peaceful retreat has just turned to hell
For, or course, he is half a foot taller than I.
That's luck o' me ancestors Irish. Fie!

One Evening in July

Once driving home, I did defy
A deluge from the darkened sky.
The bluster lent a tinge of fright.
But God is good, and all is right.

When soon my house came into view,
Southward was cerulean blue.
And to the west an orb shone bright.
Oh, God is good, and all is right.

Voluminous the sun did rest
Upon a mountain gleaming lest
I look away; miss more delight!
But God is good, and all is right.

For where the azure sky met grey,
A rainbow over my house lay.
With peaks to east it did unite.
Oh, God is good, and all is right.

This finite sight I need to store
Inside my mind; when troubles pour,
I'll think on it.  And so I write
My God is good, and all is right.

A Summer Love

Oh, Summer Sun.  All winter I have missed
Your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
Your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
The strings on my bikini.  I am kissed
By sultry lips that burn.  I can't resist!
I bask in light of day and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
Of skin exposed.  I wait and plan our tryst.
And when you come, I'll reverence you once more,
Supine, as you would have me, to receive
Your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we'll meet as before down by the lakeshore.
I should not go.  So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed!  Yet still I trust.

Summer Wind of Sea Pantoum

Moving with a ballerina's grace
Wafting balm of coolness through the air,
Summer wind of sea, my stress erase
As I languish beach-side in this chair.

Wafting balm of coolness through the air,
Part my hair, my limbs outstretched caress
As I languish beach-side in this chair.
Bless me with the magic you possess.

Part my hair, my limbs outstretched caress;
Fan my sun-drenched face, oh, gentle breeze.
Bless me with the magic you possess.
Do refresh!  I'm feeling so at ease.

Fan my sun-drenched face, oh, gentle breeze,
moving with a ballerina's grace.
Do refresh!  I'm feeling so at ease,
Summer wind of sea, my stress erase.

Summer's Ending Sonnet Kyrielle

As Autumn veils my season's smile,
Which lingers in the air a while;
Though Indian days be gilding spun,
My summering shall come undone.

Night's shadows fall more quickly now;
Birds sooner do forsake their bough.
No tarrying does old friend Sun
When summering has come undone.

Oh, Warmth of Summer, leave me not.
Through Winter's frost I grow distraught.
The melancholy has begun.
My summering does come undone.

As Autumn veils my season's smile,
My summering shall come undone.

Sweet Summer Sonnet Kyrielle

Each day is time for new thanksgiving.
Lengthen life; enhance your living.
Vigor renews, or so it seems
When reveries are more than dreams.

Joy is simple and often cheap:
Leap in fields; then picnic and sleep;
Chase fireflies and dance with moonbeams-
Summer reveries more than dreams.

Cuddle at drive-ins; go to a beach.
To friends and family arms outreach.
Tilt-a-whirl and grab some ice creams.
Make your reveries more than dreams.

Each day is time for new thanksgiving-
Sweet summer reveries more than dreams.

Round the Mountain Down I-15

(A mixed-up version of "Over the River and Through the Wood")

Round the mountain down I-15 to visit Uncle Ben- 
‘Tis time of year to bring good cheer, so we're headed for the pen.
Round the mountain down I-15;  the prison I do spy.
It's lit up bright like Christmas lights.  (My mouth is getting dry).

We take the exit and then go on, right past the tower guards.
I'll have no fear.  Protection's here.  We show our I. D. cards.
Through security.  Get checked in.  How anxious we shall be
When after a frisk to enter high-risk, our dear Ben we shall see!

Trilogy of Thanksgiving Sonnets

A Child's Prayer #61

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!

I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this  time her cooking didn't flop!

And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.

I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.


A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer #62

Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.

I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .

Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!

And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.


A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer #63

I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.

I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den.  Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.

I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!

Bless Mom and Dad.  The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!

Cat Valentine

If I could be a cat,
I wouldn't chase a mouse,
but if you put me out,
perhaps I'd choose to go and search about
for flowers I could snip
with small white teeth
to carry home to you
inside my mouth.
My mission then complete,
adoringly
I'd greet you with a mew
and blooms strewn at your feet
I think I might like that.

If I could be a cat,
I wouldn't want to eat
kitty stews in cans or livered meat.
I think instead I'd use my feline eyes
to plead-
entreating you to feed me from your plate,
and then when you had had your full,
perhaps you'd leave me ice cream melted
and unfinished from your bowl.
I wouldn't hesitate
to lick your fingers clean
appreciatively.
Yes, I think I might like that.

If I could be a cat,
I wouldn't want to sleep
alone and curled around 
some ball of yarn.
I'd leap onto your bed instead
(I wouldn't make a peep)
and nestle in the cradle of your arm.
And if you reached to stroke my fur,
I'd place my paws upon your chest
charmingly
and warmly start to purr.
If I could be a cat,
I think I might like that.

Choco-Mama Mania

Ooey, gooey, give me choc-o-lot!
If I must, I'll take it liquid hot,
But "wicked" like they fix it in Madrid,
Thick as porridge, satin sunburnt sweet.
(Not like here: sugar,milk and cocoa, mix 
and heat). Give me some hot chocolate I can eat!
Drip-drop-dripping from a spoon!
Give it, give it to me in a box.
Tantalize my lips with luscious bits,
Rum and amaretto morsels dipped.
Give me it in chips or chunks or blocks.
And please not those from K-mart or the grocer.
We connoisseurs much prefer it kosher.
Give it to me Swiss or straight from France.
Hurry while I loosen up my pants!
I'll make do with anything you have
Drizzled over ice-cream nice and smoothy.
Chocolate is the universal salve.
chilled or warm, but slathered on it soothes me.
Make my ice-cream chocolate flavored too-
Peanut butter swirls with fudge will do.
Be my ever sweet-tooth choco-fairy.
Finger-feed me bonbons. I'm your baby.
Feed me plump and succulent black berry.
Give me, give me, give me what I crave,
And I shall be your love-starved-choco-slave.

Love Sonnet Valentine (#88)

My love, your eyes, two sunflowers, get bright
whenever I just walk into a room.
They follow me and keep me in their sight.
How I adore those pretty eyes in bloom.

My love, words uttered from your perfect lips
are precious pearls like treasures from the sea.
Each syllable in honeyed cadence drips
a nectar which is sustenance for me.

My love, your face, pale moon when lights are low,
appears as though a beacon in my dreams.
I'm mellowed by your aura's softened glow;
your skin the texture cream reflects its beams.

And when you bathe, my love, your locks of gold
spread round a splendid vision I behold.

Go Away, Go Away, Go Away

(to tune of "Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow)

Oh, the weather outside is crappy,
and they say I should be happy,
But to all this snow I say, "Go away, go away, go away."

Some weirdos think snow is "gnarly," 
But roads are slick and snarly,
And MORE snow's on the way, "Go away, go away, go away."

When I woke up at 6 a.m., fast to my window I ran.
But the earth was a blinding white.
My car wouldn't start.  What a fright!

When finally I got started, 
and to the roads I darted,
I was sliding as I prayed, "Go away, go away, go away."

Twinkle Twinkling Lights

Twinkle twinkling lights
beyond
beyond my house.
Out to where
the mountains
meet low
and blackened clouds.
Twilight time in January
all is bathed in gray,
No rainbowed hues dance hither
to tag this winter's day . . .

Out to where the lights
across the valley towns
are a myriad of fireflies
that flicker
flicker round . . .

Their circle ever grows
as evenfall grows thicker.
People settle in.
The temperature
will drop.
Night . . .
and soon more lightening bugs
will join in the throng,
absorbing all the warmth
of all the others' 
twinkle twinkling lights.

Walking on an L. A. Boulevard

(To the tune of Winter Wonderland)

See the streets how they glisten.
Neon lights show what you're missin'
Don't you dare to stop at those porno shops-
Walking on an L.A. boulevard.
See the girls that are a passin'.  
Lots of thigh they be flashin'
Don't you dare reply when they catch your eye-
Walking on an L.A. boulevard.

Soon you'll be accosted by some strangers-
stranger than the creatures in a barn-
druggies, gangstas, beggars and transvestites.
Just show them your revolver and keep calm.

When you've reached your destination,
hope you're in another nation.
It won't be too long until we are ALL
Walking on an L.A. boulevard.

Snow

Snow-
A sleep
Descending on the twilight streets;
Snow, in silent fields you lie pristine-
Neath glow of moon, a blanket shimmering.
Oblivion serene!
Tranquilly envelop me in
Sleep-
A snow
The more you fall, the  deeper that I go
Under.
Oh, Sweet Slumber,
Suffocate with pearly flakes
Those of us the weary that repose,
Long time having waited like the windrows.
As Boreas does blow,
Lull and bury all in drifting, dreamy
Snow