COCK OF THE WALK

Its time that I were exercising 
The art of pigeon sex surmising
Here, in my lofty pigeon pen.
Be they cock, or dainty hen?

Is this a male? I answer “Yes!”
Truth be told, its just a guess.
He drags his tail, and struts his stuff,
He bows his head and acts real tough!

So I surmise, ‘A handsome cock!’
Imagine my bewildered shock,
How can it be? I humbly beg.
This cock of mine just laid an egg!

THE BLUE AND THE GREY

I woke up this morning with a tear on my cheek

And I found myself thinking of you.

Yes, you in the back in the light grey scrubs

And you in the navy blue.

How can I express what you all meant to me

As you dutifully put in your shifts.

God bless the nurses who serve every day,

Without you I=d still be adrift.

I know there are others who make up your team

But you are the ones I remember.

You touched my heart in the fall of my life.

I=ll be grateful until its December.

Just so you know, I=m doing just fine,

Except my heart valve now ticks like a clock.

I=ve traded my gown for a bath robe and jeans

And my TED Hose for argyle socks.

Tell the PT=s I still go for walks,

Though my jeans hide the flash in the rear.

Thanks for your service, may you all find your joy,

And thank you for coaxing this tear!