Working Daze by John Zakour and Scott Roberts for April 17, 2019

Think it out, Ed, what all do they do to dogs?

When dating my wife I sent her an original poem. Her friends said, “Don’t marry him, he’s a perv.” What they didn’t know, and I soon found out, was that my wife was a perv too. Poem follows as a reply for those who are interested. It was a long distance relationship, I was raised in California, she was raised in Washington State.

Ogden Nash’s position might be open.

Roses are red, Violets are blue

Most poems rhyme, this don’t!

#!/usr/bin/perl

APPEAL:

listen (please, please);

open yourself, wide;

join (you, me),

connect (us,together),

tell me.

do something if distressed;

@dawn, dance;

@evening, sing;

read (books,$poems,stories) until peaceful;

study if able;

write me if-you-please;

sort your feelings, reset goals, seek (friends, family, anyone);

do*not*die (like this)

if sin abounds;

keys (hidden), open (locks, doors), tell secrets;

do not, I-beg-you, close them, yet.

accept (yourself, changes),

bind (grief, despair);

require truth, goodness if-you-will, each moment;

select (always), length(of-days)

listen (a perl poem)Sharon Hopkinsrev. June 19, 1995

Set it to music and you have a hit.