Mom will soon be in a death hole,
Isn’t that something you knew?
She’s just like big piece of dog dirt,
The kind that you scrape off your shoe!
Her kids cannot wait for the moment,
That she will turn over and die!
Because then they know they’ll be getting,
Dollars that reach to the sky!
But now Mom complains,
And we’re sick of the sound,
Why can’t she be dead,
In a hole in the ground?
jdl 3 June 2026
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Ninety years have taught me this,
Old age can be a time of bliss,
Truth to tell, I’ve lost ability,
But naught compares with frank senility.
Everyone will show you kindness,
Even though you’re frankly mindless.
Make mistakes? Make no excuses.
They’ll love you even though you’re useless.
Can’t think of more to write a sonnet?
‘Cause no brain’s beneath your bonnet?
Just write another nonsense rhyme,
And folks will praise you all the time!
6/1/26
JDL
June 1, 2026