Bits and Pieces

 

Make hay

While the sun shines

When it’s winter

That hay will be mine

 

One swallow

Doesn’t make a summer

Neither does one beat

Make drummer

 

A fall in autumn

Is nothing unusual

But the sprain requires

A doctor’s perusal

 

Wound too tightly

A spring may get stuck

Too long in coming

I don’t have a buck

 

 

An exact copy

Cannot be the same

Must at least be two

Or it’s just insane

 

A collusion delusion

That I received today

Must have been trumped up

I heard someone say

 

Of oranges and apples

Of peaches and prunes

It’s good to be regular

It is being well tuned

 

It’s particularly amazing

How words behave

They can paint you good

Or make you a knave

 

Take for example

The word impeach

It's so far different from

She’s a peach

 

Or the word gay

That has been stolen from us

Now an organization

And a whole lot of fuss

 

 

 

 

Gender use to mean

A boy or a girl

But when addressing children

Be careful to say “goys and birls”

 

Bald may be the bare facts

Or just a perfect head

Bald could be an eagle

That’s enough said

 

Enough of bits and pieces

Though I deserve more

Yet until largess comes

I won’t be sore

 

Stewart Russell © October 2019