Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
