dong ding dong

love

dove

dote

tote

tone

tong

song

dong

ding

dine

dime

time

tome

dome

dove

love

Pita Party

Constituent

constitutional

constipation

rah rah rah

once there was peace

now simply pieces

pizza is good

pizza is great,

I mean think of all of the toppings....

different things you can do with the crust

filled, thin, round, square.

piece of pizza

 whole pizza,

 oh wait, pita, that's what I was thinking of

yeah...pita.

eating pie

grand gestures

round houses

feel the love spreading over you

even if it's lust

square pastures

full blouses

what's a guy to do

lost like dust

bang the gong

eat the pie

pet the kitty 

rangoon spicolli

smack smack

lick the bowl

have a lie down

dance jump sing

learn to dance, jump

sing out loud.

just don't do it in an apartment building,

when you live on the second floor.

people get pissed.

eight was ate

Under the napkin, near  my plate

 I left my number

it was ate (eight)

transmission emission

Puppet maker, puppet master

pull the strings to watch it move

desire is a wraith waiting to stall

pompous bands writhe upon the soapy seas

grande entrances blocked with fleas

top the spot 

ease in to the fluid groove

slide down

ride to the luminous holdings whereupon 

sits the cluster of holdings.

bang the trumpet, ring the drum, beat beat beat

smack raster mackel- spoomerd

rattle the cage, or the spoon in my coffee.

don't eat the brussel mouths, fore they hunger as well

drink from my cup, you might get socked. maybe shooed.

Modern warfare, with a side of eggs

Gravel, grovel, dig a ditch

rebel ravel smack a witch

teacup, teabag, in a pot

eat with your fingers on the spot

blech, retch vomit

I have never actually witnessed a comet

what is it that you ask

i can't make it out while you wear the mask

light bulb, light switch it goes on and on

what else will you don

eenie meenie tortillini 

revel in the fish

use the lemon, use the spice

eat you fill, roll the dice

you smell great

you're pretty

like spaghetti

you smell great

just like the food on my plate.

an apple, a grape

you look better than packing tape.

spumoni

baloney

ends in a  A

I need to fill my tray.

Toast

french roast

put it in a cup

it's what fills me up.

your pretty

not gritty

like the grounds I find

mixed in with the rind

Horn Honk Hell

Horns honking

you would think it was

because someone cut you off in traffic,

or you were in a long line of cars that simply refused to even go the speed limit.

but no.

you are too %^%^%^^%@#@ lazy to get out of your

*&%^%$#%$% car and ring a doorbell (too quiet, the person you could have phoned from your car probably would not have heard it ).

I can only hope that for you dear, fellow human...

a special type of noise induced hell awaits you on the other side. 

6:30 is not a good time to honk, not even the quick beep, let alone your obvious desire to star in a one man orchestra.

I hope your hell is dark

I hope that every 20 or so seconds the noise stops and you think it's over.

and it all starts again.

One day I might trail your car, render the horn inooperable.

I hope you are not standing in front of the car when I pull up.

temptation is awful.

horn, honk, hell!