Life ain’t no picnic
’cause when I open the basket
I get a head cheese sandwich
which is body parts, right?
In aspic, like the gelatin
of love, holding it all together.
Ain’t a bowl of cherries either,
aren’t the pits toxic? Dog got sick
last time she got into a bunch.
More like life is a bowl of crabapples
and those make her sick too.
If life is a journey, I’m amazed.
If it’s a game, my bones feel like
at-bats, and my ribs are scored.
If life is change,
someone stole my lunch money!
If life is a gift,
are we all supposed to
live in the present?
Tossing a salad for Miz Quickly’s Labor Day Picnic
qbit 
Ooh… Head Cheese. I saw how that was made. Not going pass my lips.
Yeah the saying goes:
Yesterday is a history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift –
That’s why it’s the Present
And… change is the only constant.
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LOLOL! Thanks.
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A nod to The Game – nice! Fun poem; the voice is perfect.
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“In aspic, like the gelatin of love, holding it all together.”
Brilliant line, Q. I’m dazzled and now hungry for a picnic.
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Ahahaha!!
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This salad is both bitter and sweet, and I can totally relate. I’ll be back I think to read it twice, in case I missed something–
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