Some More Nonsense from One of the Over-the-Hill Bunch

I eat with Rolling Meals each day

And they are really good

I wouldn't change but one small thing

Even if I could

It's that those little round green peas

Are messing up my life

The dad-burn little rascals

Keep rolling off my knife

I've tried to use my fork instead

By holding it just so

But if it wobbles just a bit

Off the rascals go

I've mixed them up with honey

But that may make me fat

I could use mashed potatoes, but

Some days we don't have that

I'm really getting all shook up

Now I am asking, please

Will someone put their brains to work

And come up with square peas?!

D.B. Cox

Oh, My Aching Back

Back bones are several little bones

Each one above another

Our heads sit on one end of them

And we sit on the other

Backs are a useful part of us

We use them every day

And if we sprain them now and then

They hurt for many a day

If Arthur Ritis gets to them

That sure keeps us awake

And when the weather's cold and damp

That really makes them ache

Everybody has a back

They're one a nature's features

If we didn't all have one

We'd be strange-looking creatures.

D.B. Cox