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| Two Hearts In Love "What's with the nudging?" I asked my friend. "Look, there she is," he said, and pointed At the girl I'd been eyeing all evening. Seeing this, she tilted her head, smiling, And sashayed over. "You new here, guys? First time I've seen you at a Valentine's dance." I sat, shaking in my boots and wanting to fly Out of the dance hall, a basket case of shyness. "Yes," my friend said. "I'm Joe, my shy pal here Is Matt." (I need a beer! I inwardly cried.) "I'm Natalie, Matt," she said and had me steered Onto the dance floor before I could lie That I couldn't dance. "Nervous?" she asked. "I'm flattered." "That too," I groaned. Her sweet laughter gave me Nerve to tell her of my tremor disorder. "And dancing with me enhances it? Really?" "Uh well, yes," I said. "But in a good way." "That is so sweet," she said, moving her lips Close to mine. And suddenly my whole body Stilled. "You're better than beer," I quipped. "Happy Valentine's day," she said. "It sure is," I said. And by the time the dance ended, We were two hearts in love. My tremors Returned, but no matter, life was splendid. |
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| The House Of Shakes "Arry! Wake up!" his wife whispered, urgently. "Whaaat, what's wrong?" he groaned. "Someone's in the house." "Yeah, us." "This is no time for jokes. See?" (He hears thumping and sits up.) "Just a mouse." "Take your gun! Check!" "I can't aim accurately." "Then scare him! Go!" "Okay!" Gun in trembling hand, E T shaking him from head to toe, he Soon came up behind a burglar, a man. The man spun around, stared at his shaking gun And smirked, "Be careful, you might hit me." "Beware," hissed Arry. "This is the house of shakes." His wife came then, shaking with her own E T. "See," said Arry. "Soon you'll shake too." The burglars's smirk turned to puzzled fear. "What's happening? I'm shaking! It's true!" "You can always leave." "You're crazy, you hear?!" And he jumped out a window. "Good riddance," Said Arry. "Hah! The furnace turns on, vibrates The floor he's standing on and the dunce Thinks the house is giving him the shakes." |
| No-No His Desire I let my head shake no-no, not yes-yes When he desired most urgently More of me than a loving kiss. This gave me a kind of relief, briefly. Though frustrated, he cooled his passion. Oh I was tempted to give more, But my no-no denied this temptation. And best I not tell it was head tremor Since giving more was not for me. We went on dating, I managing To keep my head mostly steady. Then, to my delight, he said marrying Me was his heart's desire. I forced My head to not shake no-no, but yes-yes And we became engaged. Joy coursed Through my veins, a wonderful bliss. In time, when he saw plainly my no-no, Yes-yes head tremor, he said it was nothing For, as he told me, from our get go He knew of it. It was allowing My head to no-no his lustful desire That increased his want that I be his wife. Can head tremor be bad if it acquires For you the love of your life? |
| Shaking The Couch She was always griping that my Body tremor drove her nuts when we Sat on the couch side by side. "Stop shaking the couch!" she would plea. One day, we both decided to diet. This gave her something new to gripe about. While I lost weight, easily, she didn't, And I saw my tremor could give me clout To stop her griping. "Honey, do you," I said as I sat her down on the couch, "Know the couch shaking will help you lose?" "Oh come on, it won't help me shrink my pouch." To convince her, every time I sat On the couch, I had her sit with me. This caused many stop shaking spats, Till her pouch fat was of lessened degree. Amazed, she stroked my arm and asked, "The couch shaking helped, I'm to surmise?" "Yes, hon, correct, it shook off your fat And you didn't even have to exercise." Now she just smiles as we sit together, And pictures herself a whole lot thinner. |
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