Charles Hancock Poems

It was well after midnight
Something didn't seem right
Recalling the farewell kiss
It was nice to reminisce
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What was I looking for?
Just didn't know anymore
Ran after the rainbow
Right into a tornado
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For thirty-seven years, she had been there
And its been three years since she died
Life seemed just too damned unfair
Oh, how he misses his buxom bride
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Little girls may be made of sugar and spice
But they often grow to become fire and ice
As a rule, they will tear your heart asunder
Yet, each one is different from another
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On a whim, I decided to drop by
She was sitting in an easy chair
Nibbling on a slice of cherry pie
And browsing through Vanity Fair
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We'll soon celebrate Thanksgiving day
On a cold Thursday in late November
With family at the table or with a TV tray
Waiting for the bird that I'll soon dismember
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Sometimes I get this feeling
My lot in life is unappealing
Envisioning melancholy thoughts
Stomach is all tied up in knots
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It's oh so bittersweet
Endless summer is done
Sultry season is complete
So long fun-in-the-sun
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I know an affectionate human being
She may have a bad hair day, but still cherishes life
Though her burdens are many, she laughs at strife
Jesus is her Lord. Watch out Satan…she packs a knife
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We had our class reunion at Thieman's lake.
It was fun, such fun for goodness sake.
Ate pork, ate chicken, and even chocolate cake.
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