Strong Museum of Play
Pop Ups
The other day while I was working,
my phone rang and I, knee jerking,
Answered and it was Hillary speaking.
Listening to her lurking squeaking.
She kept on glibly yapping away,
wouldn't let me get a word in edge way.
My answer to that one way pace,
was to hang up in her server's face.
And then on my computer screen,
a page pops up to ruin my dream.
Like an annoying salesman at the door,
my life is filled with pop-ups, galore.
An Emperor's widow has money to launder,
as if I had big bank accounts to squander.
I'm required to install this third-party app,
needed for this, for that, yap, yap, yap.
I turn the page to the index's direction,
an ad pops up like an invading erection.
My doorbell rings and a guy's at my door,
they are in the neighborhood--bargains galore.
A pimple pops up in the mirror to my rage,
why do I get "love bumps," at my age?
Got a unexpected present from a friend.
In my face! Will these pop-ups ever end?
Copyright 2016 © Ronald W. Hull
7/7/16
Charlie
I love how your mind works.
Great poem!
Peace love and light
Amber
all things we don't want, just come popping up.
well done, Ron, thanks for sharing!
"Like an invading erection." The best imagery ever!
Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane
only drive up the walls.
Loved the humor.
Michael D.