Mystic Poet ~ The Sooky Todd Limb

“THE INJURED LIMB!” a poem a.k.a.: “Transcending Todd’s BIG Poetic BREAK!” November 27th (2018) – TWOs – Day (can also be “snooze-day!!) Dedicated: to TODD, who is presently – being “gentle” with his “El Rod!”

“Oh, My God – Oh, My Lord! My hand! It’s-injured-and-hurt!”

This was said – one-cold-November-day – this-thing did Todd assert!

“Well, good Todd – Just STRAIGHTEN-IT-OUT!” – was the sweet reply!

“But IT HURTS, my LORD! It hurts! (pause) Where’s-your healing-supply?”

“OH! All-right!” did say-eth The Lord, and He-cracked his gentle knuckles,

And BINGO! There! THE INJURY’S GONE!!! & Todd, he even chuckles!

“Wow! That’s-really-NIFTY!”-said-Todd, (pause) cracking his-knuckles too;

I NEVER enjoyed such cracking! As-much-as-I-do-WITH-YOU!”

And then Lord Jesus, he did say, as-he drove-a out-ta sight,

“DO NADA WORK TOO HARD, My Todd! &-remember-tomorrow-night!

It is THE CELEBRATION! of-Blue-Karaoke-Time,

And J-Jay (Samuel-Davis) – needs-your-baritone – for a rhyme!

Y’all-COULD-sing Elton-Johnnie’s “Don’t-Let-it – blank – ON ME!”

He could be: the poor, dead GEORGE* – and YOU! You hold The Key,

To-a perfect ren-ren-dition – when ELTON, you can sing,

And now, good Todd – Please clap your hands –

For-PURE-MAGIC THIS DOTH BRING!” 🙂 – No setting sun for these sons!

fin <3

* – George Michael, R. I. P. Le sigh!


By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)