Preserves

Who are they? And where are they from?

The last thing I need in this world is a gun.

Ideas are easy to come by.

Just think of tortoise shell, or a bustling ant hill.

Oh what in the world is practicality?

The senses of the world aren't making 

much sense to me anymore.

From a distance I made contact.

But your teeth kept smashing together, together.

(Here's to the battle between heaven and hell.

Where wishing wonders down the wishing well.)

Today my grandparents came in.

Meet them, they are Rosie and Jim.

Hurray hurray hurray! For Rosie and Jim Today.

She made the best preserves, oh God! she made the best preserves!

Sonnet

Today I learned a way to get around

The complicated task that yet abounds:

To fix with love each and all the parts,

And to excuse from it what break our hearts,

That, for reasons we seem less than able

To put in words, much less to label.

But here, for you I will attempt a try,

(I know in front that I will come up shy)

At sounding out the object of my love,

And how I've come to dispossess thereof

The creeps and thieves that pleasure with them take.

Reversing that which caused my heart to break!

   Dare they say that for this I am a fool?

   No! We are but the exception to the rule!