Tag: Ode

The Garbageman

He does inhabit rooms that oft look like glooms,
Oh! But he prizes all he’s got, come what may.
He visits us with brooms, helps each man who dooms,
But I find it sad that he has got no say.
The few months that we were compelled to stay home,
He came, collected our dirt, greeted all in warm tone.

Ode to My Uncle in the Form of Villanelle

How can those days wondrous be forgotten,
days when you on me poured your affection?
Didn’t you treat me as if I were your son?

An Ode to My Aunt and Uncle

Remember those weird days when both said tales and all that jazz?
Iโ€™d on such nights just laugh and laugh and laugh;
Witty ye both sure are; for both what I wish? Life pizzazz!

An Ode to My Aunt on Her Birthday

Your stories of courage might I compile?
For they need to be brought forth to the world,
Your presence on this planet is more than worthwhile.

A Heartfelt Ode to My Parents

The only thing that would upset you both was my scoring a low mark;
But since you were individuals highly heartening,
You knew that your son would one fine day make a really good mark.

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