Rolling Blueberries
Be kind of hum drum - falling blue day
Blue berry balls, running all the floor
Going right, left, under refrig - feet
Well every wear, must watch them blues
Or would be stamping, upon fine whine.
You know dye kind, gurgling numb press bound
Somewhere from heaven, to pure pulp hell ground
Blueberries, blueberries, and raspberries ripe red
Being persnickety, bye staying spilled upon shelve
Oh shelve, oh shelve, why did thee fail me, sew.
Naught is not life, a merry berry, with grapes of wrath
Fruit salad concoctions, adding just bought raspberries
Watching bouncing blueberries float upon cleansing water
What is this, I see hiding from thee eyes, come here darling
I got a warm bath baptismal, dismal day, rub a dub waiting.
This season for Merry Berry Christmas - bouncing balls
Some pressed dew offer an intoxicating bouquet aromas
Where Lucy, did step on comedy blues, between her toes
Berry, berry; I know you are still there, ready to roll out
Wow, there you are, no that is a passing grape Lucy, -
Somehow left behind, in a Comedy routine comedy.
So that; here, there, over there, over yonder dale dance
You have a fruit salad, jumping around, a refrig blues day.
Oh prune do not fall, I do not have to go quite yet.
Butt maybe upon another day’s blueberries deposit.
THS 1966 Poet
Daily while attempting to eat my lunch of vegetables and fruit, some eventually find their way to the floor. And then I spend the rest of the day trying to keep the wheels of my wheelchair from smashing them. Blueberries are particularly onerous because their blue juice stains so brightly.
This morning I had blueberry pie again from a gift pie that won't go away. It is overly sweet and is going sugary in the refrigerator, crunching like eating raw sugar as I try to get rid of one of my favorite fruit pies. I mourn getting fat and more useless as a result, but don't want it to go to waste while it's going to my waist. ;-)
Ron
ALL THE VERY BEST OF THE SEASON and A MOST REWARDING POETIC YEAR FOR YOU AND YOUR KIN!!! Wignesan