Bourbon And Ice

a limerick by Wayne Wysocki

A fellow who fractured his hip
Learned a valuable tip
     If liquor you drink
     At the ice skating rink
You're probably going to slip.

Copyright © 2019 Wayne Wysocki 
Art from kissclipart.com

Final Kiss

by Wayne Wysocki

 ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ "What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world..." -letter to a soldier's wife

The scourge of war has ripped our lives apart,
Indifferent to the joys that we will miss;
From this land and from your love I must depart,
With time enough for just one final kiss.

Determined that this moment never dies,
A picture on my heart I sorely trace
Of your tearful, somehow yet angelic eyes
And your trembling mouth my saddened lips embrace.

_
Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Photographer unknown

Russian Robbery

a limerick by Wayne Wysocki

They tell me that Vladimir Putin
Called his guards and they started in shootin'
      Seems some robbers were struck
      With unfortunate luck
'Twas the bank where Vlad kept all his loot in.


Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Art © 2010-2018 NicParris

Bunny Flop

a limerick by Wayne Wysocki

The tortoise and hare had a race
But the rabbit came in second place
      So the notion that speed
      Makes the win guaranteed
Just isn't always the case.


Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Art from dumielauxepices.net

The Walk

by Wayne Wysocki

     "If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten." ~Tony Robbins

Our footsteps lead us 'round and 'round  

'Long avenues so few;

It's nice to take a turn and walk

Along a path that's new,

And meet some friends we thought were gone

Like "good" and "kind" and "true",

And maybe find a special friend

Before the walk is through.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki

My Señorita

by Wayne Wysocki

Mexican moon be bright,
Fill all the stars with light,
Shine down on my señorita;

Mexican mountains high,
Holding the velvet sky,
Sparkle for my señorita;

Mexican hearts be gay,
Bring your guitars and play
Music for my señorita;

Mexican melody,
Say that I'll always be
In love with my señorita.



Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Art by bentanart.deviantart.comn

Somebody Else's Turn

by Wayne Wysocki

You hurt me and left me alone

With a heart that's too broken to yearn,

Then you called me and said on the phone

You were sorry and you'd return.

No thank you, I said, that's enough,

A moth in a flame has to learn;

And your heartbreaking love is too rough,

Now it's somebody else's turn.

Now somebody else will desert me,

Seems the people I love always do;

Now somebody else, dear, can hurt me,

But it's got to be somebody new.

Forget about me, we are through,

My future is not your concern;

I'll get hurt, but it won't be by you,

Now it's somebody else's turn.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Photo by scary-girl-next-door.deviantart.com