By Joseph Squitieri (my father)

Of all the fishes in the sea,

I’d rather be a bass.

I’d swim about the sea all day

and cut this English class.

I care not for this poetry

and less for Keats or  Shelley;

I’d rather be in Frank’s cafe

with Flora, Ann or Nellie.

I must admit, to English Lit,

you have brought charm and fun.

Your ready smile and subtle wit

was worth the corn and pun.

You are the reason, true and clear,

that I am in this class.

If you were not so sweet, my dear,

I’d rather be that bass. (“ha ha” hand written)

And the professor was most pleased “utterly delightful” she began her comments..

It has been less than twenty minutes since we parted, and I already miss you. The new year has made me realize that I want each day to bring you to me.  Continue Reading

I thought the day was grand because the sun was so pretty this morning, and the sheets still smelled like you.

I thought the day was grand because the words flowed smooth, like my hand down your back.  Continue Reading

Mr. Polar Polar

Mr. Polar Polar, how are you?

Come to My House and not the zoo.

Mr. Polar Polar, your fur is white,

Come to my house to fly a kite.

Mr. Polar Polar, your nose is black,

Come to my house to scratch your back.

Mr. Polar Polar, your tongue is pink.

Come to my house to have a drink.

Mr. Polar Polar, your eyes are green,

Come to my house for some ice cream.

Mr. Polar Polar, your tail is brown,

Come to my house and be a clown.

Mr. Polar Polar, your toes are puce,

Come to my house for some orange juice.

Mr. Polar Polar your belly is yellow,

Come to my house to have some jello.

Mr. Polar Polar, your heart is red.

Come to my house and smuggle in bed.

Mr. Polar Polar, your ears are purple,

Come to my house and have a slurple.

Mr. Polar Polar, your feet are blue,

Come to my house ‘cause I love you.