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

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from The Women, 1939

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Under the Whether

(Hot is hot, whether or not it leaves me fraught.)

I used to love to stand in steam;

Hot showers were my friend.

But now they’re just a horrid dream –

I totter till they end.

It’s not that I despise the drip,

And I still lather clean.

But heat can send me on a trip

Requiring Dramamine.

Such paroxysms make me reel;

I’m glad to have a rail.

An unintentional cartwheel

Would go beyond the pale.

My hands and feet no more may prune.

I rinse off and step out.

Before I can belt out a tune,

It’s time to stop the spout.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Judith, 1966

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