Enjoy A Visit With Me
Don’t take a plane
Don’t take a train
Don’t rev up the engine
Of your ancient model T
Get out your old jump rope
And through my telescope
I’ll see you skipping along
To enjoy a visit with me
ladysighs
poetry, thoughts, quotations
Sweet Death
I found some poems about death I’d written but never published. Perhaps the world’s problems and woes brought me to share them.
Dear sweet death I hear what you say
It’s like my mother calling me from play
Dear sweet death you I’ll gladly obey
But won’t you bid me come another day
I think of death at times
Pissed off that I must die
Now that I’m retired
I think and wonder why
How cruel are our masters
How corrupt is our world
Viciousness and vice
Always being unfurled
I hope that when we die
To each his own belief
We’re released from this quagmire
And finally find relief
Looking for a quiet place
Where no one is around
Looking for a silent space
Where no one makes a sound
Looking for a simple place
Where no one can be found
Looking for a soothing space
Where everything’s shut down
Last night I cried the tears did flow
Down my cheeks oh so slow
For I knew not how tomorrow would go
Last night I cried a silent weep
But my mind was fast asleep
Dreams are where death thoughts I keep
At 10 PM I tried to sleep last night
Pulled the covers tight around my head
Couldn’t move my arms to turn out the light
I’ll never exchange life for death instead
The Park Bench – FSS
I sat down on the park bench
where we were meant to meet
I’d walked a long darn distance
and felt an aching in my feet
I fiddled and I faddled
for my date he was late
He’d never been on time
I know now it was my fate
I ran my fingers ‘neath the bench
and soon I felt and found
A naughty nasty note saying
he’d no longer be around
Spider and the Fly
Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly
Not today kind sir for I am only passing by
Please do reconsider and here’s the reason why
My silken web’s comfy cozy this you can’t deny
The Arachnid gave a smirk as he fixed his bow tie
A shower is a coming and my web will keep you dry
The Dipteran replied politely to you I bid good-bye
For my mama always told me you are a big bad guy
Pet – Color Challenge Yellow
Look at the cute little fellow I found eating the flowers in my backyard.
Forest of Trees – WDYS
You
Led me
Within the
Forest of trees
And said if you please
I will make it quite clear
Take my hand wed me my dear
Go down the aisle give me a smile
You will become my wife all my life
You led me within the forest of trees
First-Hand Story
I knew the moment we sat near the fire, we kids would receive more than a treat. Because every fall night ‘neath a silvery moon, we all secretly would meet. We knew the drill and hiked down a hill to an experience we would ne’er forget. For whatever it was, it would give us a buzz and never to us be a threat.
As the flames burned lower and the wind blew slower, we sat quietly awaiting our fate. But what it was only a few knew. The youngest of the group sat closer together. They were frightened and scared and didn’t know quite what to do.
We heard footsteps on the beach and to us those steps soon would reach. No one made nary a sound. A gentle voice then we heard say, “Gather ’round me, please this now do. For a new first-hand story I will read to you.”
My Neck
My neck has been hurting like heck
So to a doctor I went for a check
Hot shots of cortisone
He gave right through my bone
In return I gave him a hot cheque
I awoke this morning to find :
The Daily Spur Writing Exercise Sun Mar 08 2026: Write an assonance.
Here is my attempt at an assonance:
The doctor was a wreck and said “Oh Heck!” when he received a bad cheque for treating a Czech with a speck on her neck.
The pain is real and ache I still feel and hope my neck will soon heal.
A true story! Except for the bad cheque!!
The Case of the Missing Briefcase
I was Sher I had Locked my briefcase before I left the city of Holmes to cover one of those crazy Scandals that are always happening in Bohemia. But then I lost the briefcase.
I had put the key in a Cardboard Box and paid Five Orange Pips to a Man with the Twisted Lip for safe keeping. I was delighted to learn he was a Noble Bachelor. Well I didn’t care a Blue Carbuncle if he was or wasn’t an aristocrat. Just as long as he was single and had hair like a Lion’s Mane. Even if he was only a Resident Patient or a Solitary Cyclist, he could get into my briefs anytime if he could help me find my briefcase.
As a reporter for the Second Stain newspaper I loved having an Adventure of this or an Adventure of that. I remembered being fond of the Prior and Three Students at the Priory School on the Abbey Grange. They all danced to the music of the Speckled Band that traveled from Boscombe Valley to the school for special occasions.
We hopped into my latest model of a Silver Blaze and motored off to search for my briefcase. We drove past the Copper Beeches and the Field Bazaar. While Mr. Noble Bachelor didn’t have a keen nose like The Hound of the Baskervilles, he did have three useful assets: a Golden Pince-Nez, an Engineer’s Thumb and a Beryl Coronet.
We rested a while at Wisteria Lodge and there we met a Dying Detective with my briefcase on his lap. He handed the case over to me before giving His Last Bow.
I thanked my traveling companion for his help and then asked him what his real name was. He replied, “Watson, my dear girl, Watson.”
I always enjoyed reading the mysteries of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and watching the old films starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce. Perhaps one day I will write a brief whodunnit myself. 
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