Michael Gale Poems

(This story is not about my mother in law, as I never met her, she departed this world, before I had the pleasure of meeting her. I am sure, that I would have enjoyed meeting and getting to know her) .


Tis' not the end of the world, that your mother in law, is coming to visit...
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The ice, the ice the total melt....
Slowly dwindles like a great sun's sweltering swelt.

Polar bears scramble for icy land to tread....
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Koala bears eat leafy tree vegetation...
But not in our American nation.
Aard varks eat bugs while on the fly...
To this fact, many a zoo keeper cannot deny.
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One hot mama be you do'th be...
You are a visionary doorway by thine eyes to
a beautiful passage via mine brain.
Your visaged mortaled frame is just beauty to thee...
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Beer cans...
Coins.

Stamps, or...
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Drummer, drummer...
Without a beat.

Drummer with such smelly feet...
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Willowy wisp's of smog layden dreams...
Can at times bring about wettish dreams of cream.
Dreams felled foul with evil lurking in every corner...
Can surmise to thee across a many sinful border.
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Desperate housewives will have to become desperate now that the writer's strike of o-seven will halt their own soap opera's television viewing during the day...
Only the viewers will have to pay.

This little episode of striking brings back to memory's mind...
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Sparkling gems and diamonds, of the night sky...
Winking back to me.

They are my travelling mates above my tent...
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She is snow...
Icey cold wintery snow caps...
Mountained topped emotions.
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