Author: Sharlyn Guthrie

You’re the
FIBRE in my oatmeal; the
SUGAR in my tea; so I wrote this little
DITTY that begins with C,E,G. Now that’s a pretty simple
TRIAD for this song I’m calling “Doodad.”

DROVEs of humans debate,
AWAIT recompense for im-
MORAL forays into mucky,
REEDY, seedy non-innocence of late.

THESE March mornings broke-
AWOKE to birdsong- Psalms on wings
LEASEd from angels…Amen!
DITTO day, after day, after day…Amen!

“ELOPEment might be worth a try,” he said, the
TENOR of his voice seeming hollow-
SHOWY. Rather than scream, she played the fool, and chomped down hard on her sourdough
BOULE.

BEVEL all your rough edges;
RENEW your resolve;
SONAR can detect the depths of denial
and the pact with the Devil that led to
EXILE.

ENJOY the
SPOOF theme of the show in which
NASTY old men (with very thin skin) are
DEALT well-deserved blows to their delicate, fragile egos.

ATOLL life is one of ease-
CRAWL out of bed at noon. No need to
BROOK hard work or stress, nor
SAUCE the waning moon.

STONE cold heart, from
HENCE has
GRACE brought you to the
LATHE to mold, to warm, to shape you.

SLYLY, using every last
OUNCE of determination, finally
CRAWL out from where you hide. Ride
ABOVE your present station, reaching peaks from which to fly.

FREED from restraint, Sam’s Radio
FLYER ranked 1st in the
HOTLY contested 6-and-under wagon
RALLY. His shin and chin will be fine- in time.