An Exchange Between Two Flies

Fly One: Oh! Queen of the compound eyes, your beauty is a much sought after prize!

Fly Two: Aren’t you the ladies man buzzing around with that sexy wingspan?

Fly One: You are the leftover apple of my eye with your long luscious antennae!

Fly Two: Go on…your playing with me with all that fancy poetry.

Fly One: It’s true! All I can think about is being with you!

Fly Two: What a lighthearted lothario you seem to be, looking to have whoopee with me.

Fly Two: The time for talk is done, let’s have some serious fun.

Fly One: Your sweet talk has won me over, come on over…

SPLAT!

“Damn flies,” the man muttered to himself as he walked away.

Tammy McGee

(Editor’s note: apologies to Edgar Allen Poe for this updated adaptation of Annabel Lee)

It was many, and many a month ago

in a city called Miami

there was a woman living there who you may know

by the name of Tammy McGee

and this woman spent her time

loving and being loved by me

I was retired and so was she

living on the beaches of Miami

and we loved one another madly

I, and my Tammy McGee

with a love the world envied

her, and me

and this was the reason

she was killed by a Nazi

on the beaches of Miami

my gorgeous Tammy McGee

Her family came

and bore her away from me,

burying her in secrecy

the relatives were never happy with me

Yes! That is the reason, as all people know,

they took her away from Miami

hiding my beloved Tammy McGee

but our love continues on in eternity

and nothing can take away her love from me

she appears to me every night in my dreams

my darling Tammy McGee

and not a day goes by

when the sun raises high

when I don’t want to die

I Yam, Who I Yam!

Popeye was my kinda guy

a free spirit who says aye! aye!

I yam who I yam, he would say

a phrase that always made my day

the spinach-eating sailor was very strong

always stopping Brutus when he was wrong

Olive Oly was the apple of his eye

but that gal could be fickle and sly

promising kisses and expecting gifts

she was the cause of most of his rifts

but Popeye always came back for more

because it was Olive he did adore

Eureka! It’s You!

Finally

after years of waiting impatiently

I found you

these past years

have been full of tears

searching for you

trying to discover

my soulmate and lover

you

were a dream once upon a time

a cry for the sublime

you

have touched my heart

I never want to be apart

from you

Love Is A Rose

100 words –

The tricky part of love, as new lovers know, is what makes love continue to grow?

First love is like a red rose in bloom. It’s essence, an intoxicating perfume. But it comes with a warning that if the rose wilts: there’ll be thorns that draw blood and tears. Rejection is a hidden fear.

Love through the years is an obtainable goal when soul mates nurture that first rose with mutual respect and open devotion juxtaposed.

Lovers that learn the secret to staying in love still see stars in one another’s eyes, and know that they are each others prize.