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| In The Lee By The Sea The cottage was nestled in the lee by the sea. "My dear husband it's just right for you and me." "But there's weeds to mow, the fence needs mending. I can't pound a nail with hands trembling." Lovingly, she took his hands in hers. "We'll do what's Needed together, by and by." "But I can't make repairs! Please hear what I'm saying." "Darling, don't worry. You do the mowing, I'll do the nailing." And together they now live happily In the cottage nestled in the lee by the sea. |
| Steadied With Wine When my wife and I entered the Restaurant to dine, I immediately Wished I'd first steadied with wine. A guy had taken the booth in which my Tremors I hide. We had to sit at a table. This stressful exposure increased my tremors, And dried my mouth till parched. I gripped my water glass with both hands, Lowered my lips to its rim and raised it gulping, Not caring that water streamed onto my shirt From the corners of my mouth. Nearby Restaurant patrons gaped as though thinking Me senile. And my wife so quickly dabbed My shirt with her napkin that I snapped, "Can't take this! I'm leaving to spill In private at home." And I strode out the door. Never again would I go out to dine Without first getting steady with wine. |
| Stroll In The Sun He came out only in the dark of night, This secretive man who avoided daylight. Who is this new neighbor? A night stalker? One night I filmed him with my camcorder And discovered a man whom hid a blight. Like me, he shook both left and right. Such guilt I felt at thinking the worst Of this man only hiding a curse. The next night I caught up to him, And startled, he 'bout shook out of his skin. This got my E Ts twitching wild, too, And with laughter we both were infused. Encouraged at seeing another with tremors, He asked to join my walk in daylight hours. Now each morning we stroll in the sun Minus all fear of our shakes being shunned. |
| Ten million Dollars Wrote an amount on the deposit slip, Gave it to the teller. She said, "Look mister feller, Your writing's just blips Of unreadable squiggly lines. What're you trying to pull?" "My writing's just fine," I told her. "And I would not play the fool." She then threw the slip at me. I jerked back and shouted, "Geez lady! I've got E T!" "I don't care what you got! Get yourself out of here!" "Okay! Then I won't give you My ten million dollars!" She turned reddish-blue And apologized all over, So I gave her back the slip. Ironic how my shaky script Was fine, with ten million dollars. |
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| The Cleanest Rooms I peeked at the patient as I entered the room. She was as I feared, a young adult. Predictably, my greater age, coarsened By essential tremor, caused an insult Of stress that took me over quickly. I hurried back into the corridor And talked myself calm, aided by a tranquilizer. I then cleaned her room, though haphazardly. From then on before crossing a room's threshold, I peered in hoping the patient like me, old. If not, I moved to one with patient elderly. At workday's end the seniors' rooms in total Were the cleanest rooms in the hospital. |
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