Our love is wrapped
In a gunny sack,
Tied together,
Yet, let go for the day
To run in a magical three-legged race,
Here at the bonny fair.

And if we stumble across the line
Just in time to be first place,
We can scurry to get whipped cream on our faces,
And hurry and eat the wares
That are all lined up
For the pie eating contest
And save those professional contenders the worry,
Here at the bonny fair.

For their work is our pleasure,
And we treasure the things
That others have disregarded,
Our sacred, discarded hearts
Still beat, still sing,
Still plead to find their lost ribbons,
And their lost ways,
Here at the bonny fair.

-jenn

One-Sided Conversations

Me: What do people wear to this ordeal?

It: Wommmmpwompwompwomp womp wompwomp wommmmp

Me: Mmmmmmm, okaaaaaay. Well, what do other people wear?
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It: Wompwomp womp womp wompwomp womp?

Me: Because a place starts out and succeeds because of hard working people who care, and then, all the cool people decide they want to work there, but, they're also lazy bums.
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Me: Oh, I thought you said you were a vegetarian?

It:  Wompwompwompwomp womp?

Me: Yes, actually, pepperoni is meat.
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Me: Wompwompwompwomp wompwomp womp womp

It: Well, aren't you criticizing me for being critical?

Me: Womp womp wommmmmp
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It: Is Pepsi ok?

Me: wompwomp womp
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Her: Womp womp wompwomp womp
Me: yeah, I know, you should hear what she says about you.
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Me: I thought you'd invited me to come with you to Hawaii.

It: Womp womp womp.

Me: Oh.....Hue.......Vietnam.
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It: Womp womp wompwomp wompwomp womp wompwomp wompwomp wompwomp womp womp Wompwompwompwomp womp!

Me: Well, maybe you shouldn't take your dog to the dog park when it's in heat.
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-jenn

A Christmas Song

I hate christmas,
Y'all,
I do.
It makes me sad.
It makes me blue.
It makes me wanna run away
To China,
Or some other place,
Where it's a day ahead,
Or a day behind,
Some other time than now,
Some other day
Than today.

I'm a live and let live
Kinda soul,
So if you wanna go
And sing your carols, do.
But please remember
To sing Blue Christmas
And If We Make It Thru December
For folks like me,
Who take their Christmas Trees
With a grain of salt
And the hopes
That days will soon grow longer.

-jenn

They work with old people,
And they don't see
The need for any wrinkle cream
Or much else at all,
Except painkillers.
They work with old people,
So they do see
The end of charade,
The futility
Of everything that tries
To divert the great river.
For they work with old people,
And see. The end game
For the rich, for the poor,
Is always the same.
For those who tried,
Or didn't care,
It's the same everywhere.
We're born without,
And without, we shall return.

-jenn

I don't like the river.
He doesn't like the sand.
I don't care to kayak.
He doesn't want to land
And hike along the trail.
I don't like to float
Along and allow the water
To take me somewhere
I might not want to go.
He feels in control
Of the entire seven seas,
Employing the forces of nature
To move him where he pleases,
And this is why sometimes
We can't always see eye to eye,
But as long as we understand that,
We might be ok.

-jenn

There's going to be a full moon
In June,
And if you can wait til then,
Summer will finally give up her grudge
And you will be forgiven.
And maybe nothing will ever be the same,
But Time tells me it will.
If nothing else your name will change
From Tundra into Mudd.

But mud is good
For seeds will stick
And ultimately grow.
Let's hope they're good ones
Lying there,
Buried beneath the snow.

-jenn

They didn't think I should ask
The sun how it was hangin',
And so they disappeared behind my back.
But I was brave,
Or was it brash?
Or did I know instinctively
That I was protected from full view
By my identity?

Only one had ever seen
And had professed
My Perpetual Virgin-ness,
And she had died an early death
Mysteriously.

But the Sun and I
Got along famously.
He covered me with gold until
My shine was full complete,
And I have never had to compete since,
With anyone but myself.

And even that, now, I fully see
For what it is,
And am letting it go,
As we speak,
Or as you read.
And may you also
Let yours go
And be at peace
With the loving flow
Of who you quite naturally are.

-jenn