Really? That’s what you’re wearing?

Pajama princess how beautiful you are,
Wearing those “hello kitty” pants like a hero,
In your head you must be such a star,
Plodding through Wal-mart eating Jell-O.

You are a princess so why should you care,
What the other shoppers think of you,
Those lowly plebes stopping to stare,
As you regally pass in Crocs of blue.

Another feature that commands respect,
Is the yellow scrunchy that you wear,
Like a royal crown made to protect,
That pile of mess you call your hair.

“Free samples on aisle eight!”
Comes the announcement from up above,
The princess moves, her path is straight,
It’s the chicken wings she loves!

Long live Her Royal Highness! End chapter 1.

DH-

Dream-Speaking

Oh Sleep that doth elude me,
Whither shall I go?

I find no respite upon my pillow,
Why, I cannot know.

Could it be, perhaps because,
Common language I’ve forsaken,

Choosing rather to use bygone terms,
Such as hereunto, thither and awaken.

Or maybe this is all a dream,
A vision of stranger times,

When people could not speak or sleep,
Unless they did so in rhyme.

DH-

Night Ramblings

Lying in bed, trying to sleep,
My mind is not tired.

I squeeze my eyes, pretend to snore,
I am totally wired.

It must have been that barrel of coffee,
I felt the need to drink.

Now no matter how I search for slumber,
All I do is think.

Well at least I could use this time,
To ponder world issues.

Never mind, that would require,
Way too many tissues.

Perhaps I’ll try counting sheep,
Nah, that will never last.

I’ve resigned myself, I’ll just wait,
Until this night has passed.

Anyone else awake?

DH-

‘Twas the Night Before Monday

‘Twas the night before Monday, and my mind began to race,
What will this week hold? How will I fill this space?

Was it work I was thinking of, or could it be something more?
It was this blog and the posts I need, causing my brain to be so sore.

I pondered it, thought it through, an idea crept slowly in,
I should blog about this problem, this predicament I am in.

So I grabbed a large espresso and made straight for my chair,
The place where I brainstorm, the place I sit and stare.

As I sat there and sipped, my mind raced endlessly,
But all I could come up with, was this piece of poetry.

In conclusion I must say, this felt somewhat sad to write,
Merry Monday to all, and to all a good night.

Have a great week from Brews and Views!

DH-