NUTS

by LaRue Watts

In each bag of peanuts, a circus is living.
Pecan pie can polish off any Thanksgiving.
Without walnut pieces, a Waldorf is dead.
Try pine nuts on pizza with sauce, white or red.
While roasting of chestnuts lend Yuletide some crunch
And almonds bring joy to the candy bar bunch,
Brazils and the lychee nuts both aim to please.
But cashews to me sound like some sort of sneeze.
I'm sure that sweet hazel was named for a maid
And Coke shows that kola nuts can make the grade.
So set free pistachios out of their shell.
Salute macadamia's tropical spell,
For nuts are the best and quite healthy. it's true,
But my favorite nuts are still just me and you!

But my favorite nuts are just me and you.

THE PRIMARY THOUGHTS AND RANDOM MUSINGS OF SAINT JOAN, PRIOR TO BEING BURNED AT THE STAKE

By LaRue Watts

We could use a little rain.
We could use an April shower.
Any rain that will restrain this bane, I deign
Should be here within the hour.

We could use a little storm.
Darker clouds would be relieving
Plus a storm would really warm the former norm
That I had when I was breathing.

We would really benefit
If a hurricane should hit.
We could surely have it made
If you'd rain on my crusade.
I'd adore to see a squall.
Nothing long.  You needn't time it.
Any squall that could forestall it all, some call
An appalling change of climate.
We could use a little rain.
Any pouring-down'll  do
My dear Lord, it's up to you.
We are near "Auf widersehen."

We would really be attuned
To a tidal wave typhoon.
We're a cinch to say "Amen"
When you drench us to the skin.
We'd adore one little drop
For out quota's not at yearly.
Any drop that's gonna plop will stop yon fop
From igniting yours sincerely.

Lord, give a little spritz.
Open up your heart and show a
Faith in me, the shoe that fits,
Let me be another Noah.

We could use a little rain.
We would settle for a sprinkle
And I hope I'm not a pain
But I'm much to scared to tinkle
Though I'm normally a drain.
We could use a little rain.

TO AND FRO

by LaRue Watts

We were a pair for many years.
The number? Forty-four.
We had our laughs. We had our tears,
Domestic peace and war.
We made a stir and scaled some heights
But avalanched back down
Then, rose undaunted by the fights
And re-attained the crown.
While some days whimpered, some days roared.
I'd hope t'would never cease.
We lived the life we could afford:
Domestic war and peace.
Yet, there are things I truly rue
Within our ebb and flow,
The quiet days he never knew
How much I loved him so.

A GREEN WISH

by LaRue Watts

At the end of the rainbow, believe it or not,
There's corned beef and cabbage inside of that pot.
With soda bread baking and Guinness on ice,
A leprechaun's waiting to hand out advice
To each bonnie lad and every colleen,
"Remember St. Patrick.  Go bragh and go green."
May shamrocks, shillelaghs, shenanigans, too
Bring just a wee bit of old Ireland to you.

COME SUNDAY MORNING

by LaRue Watts

I'll soon be in the dark again,
So lost, I must resign
To living just like other men
In Daylight Savings Time.

SPRINGTIME FOR TRUMP

By LaRue Watts

As Winter's chill begins to thaw,
And stormy winds are not as raw,
My heartbeat quickens and I long
To hear that early bird in song.
I wait for buds to show that life
Will soon relieve my daily strife.
And bursting forth within my reach.
The tree will cry to me...I'm peach.
One further note within this rhyme:
Make that impeach instead of I'm.

A VALENTINE TO YOU

by LaRue Watts

If we believe that Shakespeare line,
"To thine own self be true,"
Then I am my own Valentine
And you belong to you.
But that can never, ever be
For I am you and you are me.
The two of us have surely shown
That we define "to each his own."
Thy heart and soul entwine with mine,
And we are one, my Valentine.

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