Yesterday’s Yummies

When lured into lunch in a crunch,

It’s better to follow your hunch.

Don’t give in and toss out a punch,

Or one might get her shorts in a bunch.

I met a friend, long overdue,

To share a bite or three or two.

The conversation took a turn.

(You’d be surprised what one can learn.)

The fishing started with hors d'oeuvres

And quickly grated on my nerves.

She trawled, but I refused the bait.

I pushed the food ‘round on my plate.

Undaunted and without regret,

Back trolling, she did dump her net.

She popped and bobbed, as if for sport.

This chum of old, I failed to thwart.

The waitress brought the check at last.

I lured my angling friend out fast.

The lunch was tasty. We went Dutch.

The conversation? Not so much.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Still from The Women, 1939

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Well, Whee!

I’ve got a secret. I won’t tell.

But it has made my spirit swell.

Don’t ask. Don’t peek.

Not gonna leak.

Just trust me. Things will turn out well.

 I simply can’t stay in my chair.

My mind, it zips from here to there.

Sit still? No way.

Not gonna say.

But soon wild wonders I’ll declare.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Singing in the Rain, 1952

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Text Me Truly

Text messaging’s a miracle;

As marriages are saved.

One need not spin lines lyrical,

When missives are engraved.

Notes don’t take introduction,

For brevity is key.

And words meet no obstruction,

Agree or disagree.

One’s character is not cut off,

Nor phrasing shouted short.

Our parlance seems above the scoff,

When single lines we sport.

Such documented words are safe

And painstakingly picked.

When questioned, should the memo chafe,

It’s clear what one has clicked.

Technology, we thank you much,

For helping us be heard.

You’ve surely saved us in a clutch.

All hail the printed word!

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from His Girl Friday, 1940

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