1. Shop, in the middle, of the night.
2. Go somewhere, before the lunch hour.
3. Do whatever, on Super Bowl Sunday.
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When-
The crowds, other than watching the game, will
be thin.
Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose – MEinRhyme-And Everything Else I've Written In Given Time
11 Feb 2023 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: Avoid, Crowd, Lunch hour, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Middle night, Poetry, Rhyme, Shop, Super Bowl Sunday, Three by M.E./Rhymes fo the Times
1. Shop, in the middle, of the night.
2. Go somewhere, before the lunch hour.
3. Do whatever, on Super Bowl Sunday.
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When-
The crowds, other than watching the game, will
be thin.
05 Jan 2023 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Bath salts, Extreme, Foot, Poetry, Rhyme, Ruler, Seattle, Soaking
1. On a ruler.
2. Soaking in bath salts.
3. In a snow-driven town..
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Snowbound-
To the extreme, to be found.
21 Dec 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Daily, Day, December, Down, January, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Passes, Poetry, Quick, Rhyme, Savor, Slow, Special moment, Time, Time spent, Time went, Whole year long, Year, Year about over
Don’t know where the time went-
Can’t remember how the days were spent.
.
Seems like I was about to leave-
To go out and celebrate New Year’s Eve.
.
And, then all of a sudden, I was dressed to
celebrate Halloween-
With Thanksgiving and Christmas about to
appear, on the scene.
.
They say that time passes quicker, the older
you get-
But, gee with that scenario, I’m not ready yet.
.
I need to figure out how to stretch the day-
So that it doesn’t continue to slip away.
.
To take a pause to slow things down-
To take that special moment, to really look around.
.
Don’t know where the time went-
Can’t remember how the days were spent.
-2012-
21 Dec 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: Aunt, Birth, Christmas, Christmas season, Christmas tree, Cousins, Family, Gather, Grandma, Grandpa, Holiday table, Jesus, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Nativity of Jesus, Poetry, Rhyme, Uncle, Yearly gathering
I peaked into the window, only to see-
A Christmas gathering that included the entire family.
Grandma and Grandpa were sitting together looking sweet-
Aunt Violet, in the corner, with her dress pressed so neat.
.
Barbara and the children were at the piano singing a song-
Even Uncle Jerry could be heard singing along.
.
The cousins, Maurine and Kay Lynn, from far away, they came-
For without them there, things just wouldn’t have felt the same.
.
A tree was decorated and twinkling bright-
Many, many, presents, under the tree were in clear sight.
.
The table was set and when it was time to eat-
Every family member would properly take their respective seat.
.
It was a time to get together, a special time indeed-
With the birth of Jesus, taking a lead.
.
For also underneath the Christmas tree was a manger that stood out-
This family knew what the true meaning of Christmas was all about.
.
I peeked into the window, only to see-
A Christmas gathering that included the entire family
21 Dec 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Boys, Childhood, Dreams, Dreams can come true, Girls, Houston Chronicle, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Noise, Older, Poetry, Rhyme, Santa, Santa Has arrived, True
I heard a noise-
Could it be the little girls and the little boys?
.
I knew that they had to be asleep-
I checked on them, there was not a peep.
.
I heard the noise again-
It reminded me of a noise, I had heard way
back when.
.
When I was a child, that same noise had come
into my head-
Probably Santa and his reindeer is what I had
said.
.
Of course, I quickly shut my eyes-
Did not look, did not want to give Santa a surprise.
.
So manybe as an adult, I can do the same-
To ignore that noise, and figure that Santa came.
.
Even though we tend to grow old-
The enlightenment, of children can still unfold.
.
As I closed my eyes, I knew that my dreams could
still come true-
Santa I’m going to sleep and you can do what it
is that you need to do.
.
I heard a noise-
Could it be the little girls and the little boys?
18 Dec 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Boys, Childhood, Dreams, Dreams can come true, Girls, Houston Chronicle, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Noise, Older, Poetry, Rhyme, Santa, Santa Has arrived, True
I heard a noise-
Could it be the little girls and the little boys?
.
I knew that they had to be asleep-
I checked on them, there was not a peep.
.
I heard the noise again-
It reminded me of a noise, I had heard way
back when.
.
When I was a child, that same noise had come
into my head-
Probably Santa and his reindeer is what I had
said.
.
Of course, I quickly shut my eyes-
Did not look, did not want to give Santa a surprise.
.
So manybe as an adult, I can do the same-
To ignore that noise, and figure that Santa came.
.
Even though we tend to grow old-
The enlightenment, of children can still unfold.
.
As I closed my eyes, I knew that my dreams could
still come true-
Santa I’m going to sleep and you can do what it
is that you need to do.
.
I heard a noise-
Could it be the little girls and the little boys?
13 Dec 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Boys, Childhood, Dreams, Dreams can come true, Girls, Houston Chronicle, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Noise, Older, Poetry, Rhyme, Santa, Santa Has arrived, True
I heard a noise-
Could it be the little girls and the little boys?
.
I knew that they had to be asleep-
I checked on them, there was not a peep.
.
I heard the noise again-
It reminded me of a noise, I had heard way
back when.
.
When I was a child, that same noise had come
into my head-
Probably Santa and his reindeer is what I had
said.
.
Of course, I quickly shut my eyes-
Did not look, did not want to give Santa a surprise.
.
So manybe as an adult, I can do the same-
To ignore that noise, and figure that Santa came.
.
Even though we tend to grow old-
The enlightenment, of children can still unfold.
.
As I closed my eyes, I knew that my dreams could
still come true-
Santa I’m going to sleep and you can do what it
is that you need to do.
.
I heard a noise-
Could it be the little girls and the little boys?
16 Oct 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: Adjusted, Comfortable, Experience, Family, First Day, Grit teeth, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, New, Poetry, Rhyme, Scary, Second day better
As a rule-
It is a bit scary, on the first day of school.
.
Everything is brand new-
With new friends, to acrue.
.
New teachers and a new place-
Time to get comfortable, in this
unfamiliar place.
.
New school supplies, that must be put away-
For use later, on another day.
.
To grit one’s teeth, to make the day through-
To finally go home, and say a big whew.
.
For the second day will be A-ok-
We know where we’re going, because
we went through all of that on the first day.
.
As a rule-
It is a bit scary, on the first day of school.
16 Oct 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Breeze, Cooler, Entertainment, Falling, film, Horror movies, Leaves, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Movies, New, October, Old, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Scare, Scary movies, Writing
1. Watch the leaves fall.
2. Enjoy the cooler breeze.
3. Watch scary movies.
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Both old and new-
So many of them to accrue.
25 Apr 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Big, Crash diet, Feeding tube up nose, Grandmother, Poetry, Rhyme, Rough, Round, Wedding dress
1. Take prescription diet pills.
2. Have a feeding tube up your nose for 8 days.
3. Simply crash diet.
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Or be lucky enough-
That Grandmother was big, round, and rough.