G. David Schwartz, US

 

 

Light Verse   Some Times She's An Angel   Sometimes she' an angel But other times she's not What's she when not an angel I have just forgot Some day's she's in New York Other days she's not But where she is those other times I have just forgot I can say I love her And I know its true I don't forget that I love her But I do forget you     My Mommie Plum Forgot —To Ms Celia Oscherwitz Price   My mommie plum forgot To take out her car The magazines and newspaper The stereophonic star Her back seat all cluttered up With books and umbrellas too And packages and stuff of hers That she just forgot to move There’s toys that I call mine And things that my dad does own I think I even had a rake We should have left at home An open box of Kleenex With tissues scattered round And lots of notes from folks at work; Directions over town A box of rabbit food Some lose change on there too And even in the back seat A tarpaulin folded in two That’s not a snake I see It’s just the garden hose And underneath all this junk O hope I’ll see me nose My mommie plum forgot Think this junk is you can see She forgot the pot’s in there She even forgot me.     It Was A Hot Night   It was a hot night Near the fourth of July And the old band, Chicago Was playing on the park And it was truly so darn hot That sweat ran thought my eyes And then they played “Wish You Were Here.” And I began to cry And on the way home No other thought would come I was simply wishing you were with me Because it doesn’t matter where we are So some rainy hot evening While sitting in the swing I know I’ll be thinking That I had given you a ring But long ago and far away Things are not like today And I have nothing to say except I wish you were here with me     What Can I Possibly Say   What can I possibly say Nothing sounds right in my head I only want to pray That the post office is not dead That’s the only place in town     I like Potatoes   I like potatoes and I like bar be queue I like red cola and I like you And if I had to go to a picture show I know what I would like to do I would like to bring Potatoes and red wings With barb be queue and a red drink And if I have room in the car I think the potatoes can come for sure     Limerick   There Once Was A Beauty From Bombay   There once was a beauty from Bombay A sinister cute from that way Her husband denied She had any pride She followed the Buddha he exclaimed     If I Never See You Again   I continually think like this As a magic knife in the heart I really want to end all this But it keeps finding a brand new start The words which I do speak Make me feel a bit too weak And the smile I try to make     She Puts A Bow On The Basket   She puts a bow on the basket She says to make it pretty But if you ask me I think that it is silly Because when you remove the bow And see want's in the package You see something better That tied up silence and damage So though she wanted to make the package pretty I think it’s a different reason altogether Yes it is a bit pretty Pettier than some things I think she does it to Keep the contents tied in     My Pen Don't Write   My pen don’t write Though it’s not out of ink And my head don’t hurt Although you may think But don't say it It does not take any ink