Three Poems

by

Dinara Doshum
(dinara.bergstrom@bredband.net)

Confessions of C.C.

I used to hate you

And you used to hate me

Our only worst sides

Is what we used to see.

I didn't feel loved

Resentful I was

You hated your life

And our anger just rose.

We saw other people

Getting married and all

While our own youth was fading

And soon there'd be no.

But one very sad evening

We went on with our lives.

But I wanted to see you

And to look in your eyes.

I discovered a feeling

Deep inside my poor heart

And of course I was cheering

Only where would I start?

And then you "popped the question"

But I didn't say yes

I was frightened and angry

I would never have guessed

That a person I hated

So much more than the Fran Fine

Was the one I've been waiting

For to meet all this time.

So I finally said yes

To your marriage proposal.

And found out we'd been blessed

With a third little person.

06.09.14

You never say a word

You never even argue!

You can't open your mouth!

Meanwhile I'm always starving!

You can't fill up the tray

You always watch a game

I have to wash hair

Your nails are everywhere!

You never say 'I love you'

But want me when I cook!

I'm flirting with my doctor

And you don't even look!

I'm flirting with the butcher

He gives me tender meat

You gave me a roticery!

And expect my heart to beat!

You've never been romantic

You never look at me

Don't talk during commercials

You only eat and sleep!

You give me palpitations

You never show you care

But I know that you love me

And you like my big hair.

Oh, Morty, how I love you!

You are my one true yatz!

And you know when I'm yelling

I'm showing you my love!

21 sept, 06

She was working in a bagery

In Flushing Queens

'Til her mean old boss fired her,

Cuz she had too much to eat.

What was she to do?

Where would she get food?

She was on a big diet!!!

So over the bridge to Manhattan

To her daughter's work

She came there in a taxi

And knocked on Maxwells door

She was starvin', she was mad

That's how she became their nightmare!!!

Everyone would' guessed

That the gal we're discribing

Would soon be causing famin

In all of Long Island!

And Maxwell finds her scary

Watch out C.C.!

And the kidz are always starving -

Thou they have money!

She is the lady with hair

Who made Roger Clinton run out of there

The flashy Mom from Flushing!

The famin named Syl!

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