I foud a number of posts from the past five years that were about preferences, but chose to share these with you:
Rum Dumb
Beer is tacky. Wine’s a joke.
My preference is Rum and Coke.
Squeeze a lime in. Take a sip
to cool your throat and wet your lip.
My favorite form of inebriation
is always Cuba Libre-ation.\
Lick for Lick
Ice cream is my weakness—my favorite sort of sweet.
A flavor that I don’t adore is one I’ve yet to meet.
Mandarin orange or licorice, tequila or dill pickle?
I am not true to any of them, for I fear I’m fickle.
When choosing ice cream flavors, it’s impossible to pick.
I simply am incapable of choosing which to lick.
And so I’d like a flavor that has a bit of each:
chocolate and vanilla and a little touch of peach,
strawberry and mango and lime and toffee crunch—
why choose just one flavor when you can have a bunch?
Throw some tangerine in and some pineapple sorbet.
Licorice and banana? Who am I to say nay?
This flavor would be popular with those who cannot choose
whether they prefer the flavor of pickles, fruit or booze.
Though some of you may scoff at it and laugh in your derision,
the name of my new flavor? I call it “Indecision.”
How I (Don’t) Lay Me Down to Sleep
At 2 AM, when others sleep,
computer solitaire I keep
in front of me on lap or chest,
for part of me decrees it best
to put off sleep an hour or so.
That precious time I often blow
on playing Spider Solitaire.
At my computer screen I stare,
moving little clubs or hearts
here and there in fits and starts,
trying to beat my own best time,
this silly game becomes sublime.
I know not why I love it well—
and so I cannot really tell
why I prefer it over all.
Deluxe Free Cell can be a ball,
In fact, I play it hours on hours
trying to deplete those towers
of mismatched cards, quickly I bring
them from below, from Ace to King.
Card by card, I pile them high—
my laptop balanced on my thigh—
until the cards become hypnotic,
my moving of them now Quixotic.
Too sleepy to beat my own time,
my need for rest becomes sublime.
Then sleep fills up my empty cup
till seven or eight, when I wake up
to spill night’s cards clear of my screen
so this day’s daily prompt is seen.
And this is how I start my day.
This time, it’s words I choose to play!
The prompt word today was: prefer.
Good life lessons.
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Cuba Libre sounds wonderful — it’s been a while!I’m starting to experiment again, but the least little bit of gout maes me back off! And I love the ice cream poem!
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Oh oh. Hope the poems themselves don’t stimulate a bout. I had gout once in my life in my twenties and never again, but I do know how painful it is.
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I’ve kept it pretty well controlled for several years now, but am beginning to experiment a little with some of my favorite ingredients.
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Including rum? Ha.
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Maybe — beer is really bad, a little red wine can’t hurt, so maybe a little rum is ok too?
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As for ice cream you can’t like? Baskin-Robbins made a ginger (supposedly) flavored ice cream in the 1970s. It tasted like soap. With a hint of sugar. NO ONE could eat it.
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I like ginger in some curries and gingersnaps are okay, but I hate it as a flavoring in candy or ice cream or teas. I’m with you.
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I like your style of poetry. Never been a fan but when it can make you laugh, how can you not love it? A rare talent.
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Thanks, Rebel Girl
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