Every Morning

If I wake up alive
I will strive
To make the world
A better place
No matter age,
Or sex, or race

Worry, Worry

Hurry, hurry, scurry, scurry
Fio is under the gun
The holiday is swift upon us
And so much is yet to be done

Cheers for Alabama!

Only one thing I can say

That Alabama led the way

To the light of a brand new day

Hip-hip hooray, hip-hip hooray! 

Post Surgery

Fio is having a blast
Her eyes are in full bloom
She knows it will not last
But she looks like a racoon

Female Fortitude

Mothers do not stop to rest
When they're tired or depressed
But grit their teeth and soldier on
Until the dark becomes the dawn

Coward in the White House

Trump doesn't have the right stuff--
When the going at home gets tough
He flees
Overseas
So despite the bluster, despite the bellow
Our orange julius is just plain yellow

Ode to Napkins

I love the Starbucks napkins,
Pale brown and soft, yet strong
Enough to wipe up a latte spill
Or sketch a landscape on

I always grab some extras
When I leave the store
To blot my lipstick, swipe my nose
Once I am out the door

I like them for their texture
And durability
But most of all I like them 'cause
They're free, they're free, they're free!

Formal Announcemnt

Say it out
Loud and proud
Scream and shout
Dance about
Be as joyful as you can
Because, you see, a gram I am!

The Wall

Conway, Spicer, Ivanka, Flynn--
What a pickle they are in
So who will be the next to fall
Off President Humpty Dumpty's wall?

Alternate News Alert

In an alternate universe far away
Ruled by Princess Kellyanne Conway
Where right is wrong and wrong is right
Where night is day and day is night,
Where science is a left-wing scheme
A massacre occurred in Bowling Green

Declaration of War

Fiorella is late today
Not that she has naught to say
Rather that she has far too much
About the state of the world and such--
She wants to rouse the countryside
She wants to echo the world wide
In seeming contradiction, to fight
For love and peace and what is right

Defiance

I'm not big
I'm not strong
But at least I know
Right from wrong

Determination

When times get rough,
Rough and tough,
More than enough,
Fiorella will contrive,
Contrive and connive.
To survive

Spanish. Dream. Ditty

Fiorella lost a dia.  She didn't sleep well en el noche de martes, but more than made up for it on miercoles, which means most of her to-do list remains not-done. She didn't learn any mas palabras en espanol, work on her libro, check on a missing amiga, write some important letters, or any other pressing items. So on jueves she'd better dig in. Wish her bien.
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UPDATE: Fio had a wonderful dream last noche, that her hija had married prince and had a bebe and the royal familia had come to visit.  The other abuela handed Fio the bebe and a bueno time was had by todo, especially Fio.
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Fio must be
Very sweet
Because
Mosquitoes find her
Quite a treat

No Show

She'd like for us to get together
But Fiorella's under the weather.

Political Poetry

Donald Trump
Is a horse's rump

Spread the Word

Vulgar Donald came to town
Spewing venom all around
Calling names, making claims
Bullying, blustering, threatening, thundering--
A low-class act by a low-class clown

Breakfast

I like to eat
Shredded Wheat--
Soggy or dry
I testify
It's a treat
That can't be beat

I am replete

The Whistle-ding-chime-bing-bong Song

Our teapot whistles
Our dishwasher dings
Our refrigerator chimes
Our microwave bings
And our alarm puts out
One long bong
To harmonize
Our kitchen song

Confidence

Given enough time,
Fio will come through--
Whatever she sets her mind to
Fio can do