The Taj Mahal
It was built by a man in India
Who was so in love with his wife
That he built a huge mausoleum
For her to live.
This couple could not afford
More than the house
In which they lived
They made a pact
She died of CVD19
Instead of burning her
At the local park
Or throwing her body into
The Holy Ganges
He stuffed her
Actually, he paid
To have her resemblance
Out of silicon
As in a Wax Museum
Michael and Marilyn
Can be seen in many museums
But this wife waits
Every day on the sofa
For her husband to return
And then they have their evening
He serves her tea
He discusses with her his day
Typical relationship
Except she is dead
And now just full-size statue!
Honey when I die
Do not stuff me
Nor wax me.
If you can't afford a place
Where my bones won't be stolen
Cremate me and put me in your safe.
Please, somewhere safe.
You can write my letters
Or scream into the wind
Just do not stuff wax me!
What a wonderful life.
By the way dear
If you have not seen the news
California got hit by a Cyclone
Don't worry, I'm just fine.
I managed to get down
To the Ferry terminal
Before eight for my commuter
Stopped at the Rotary club park
They have outdoor things
Including a Saturday piano
Anyone can play
And free Wi-Fi
Any day
Must get some new
Electronic toys.
Henrys was our favorite spot
Do you remember?
Hmm, picked up an order
They forgot the coffee
Or ordered a double expresso
And sweet cream.
Was not in my paper bag.
Had to ask...
Walked to the beach
And picked out a white bench
To sit and watch.
Instead, I got jogged
So many people in Coronado
Jog or walk
Continuously past
Whie smiling at you
Privacy is all I ask.
Sitting with my bowl
Of breakfast
In one hand
And my double ex
In the other hand
Light on the sweet cream.
Sigh,
Those waves are so huge
And the beach is so messed up
I recall residing out here
And one of our houses got
Picked up and placed
In front of the Coronado Hotel
They decided to keep it
It is now named
The Windsor cottage
And serves coffee!
Need a specail pass to get
Inside to order
In order to sit and watch the waves
My spot was better
Except it was missing something
You!
I don't mind being alone
But sometimes I would
Like to be with you
As in the old days.
Mind I am not planning on dying
I survived this Coronavirus
And a Cyclone
Not to mention that Hurricane
I walked into without knowing.
Anyways I spent the morning
At the beach thinking of you.
Those waves were big
I had to dodge
A few of them as they came
Up onto the shore
There were water marks
In the sand all the way up
To the boardwalk
And the rock outcrop
Was just visible.
I could have sat and watched
All day but had no place to stay.
Sadly, walked around the big place
Only to run into that woman.
She still has not died.
The one who claims
That my grandmother
And Mother and myself
We're not born on
The little piece of property
To the south.
I understand that Lisa and Gary
Are there as usual taking advantage
Gary married Ludmilla
On the rebound from Jimmy
After she gave him a black daughter
Just like his real mother.
He sent her to a mental ward
For thinking he would be the father
Instead, she married a rodeo jerk
Not really a rider just always hung
Around making girls think he knew
What to do on a horse
They had a black-haired girl
Both of whom showed up at my door.
Gary has a particular problem
With me he is another rapist
He even went after Madeline Albright
I never did know what killed
Our friendship until one day
I saw him go into action
And knew it was him
Who caused the situation
I walked into after being
Concussed and at hospital.
One of those days.
Gary's father is going to give
Me his piece of property
Out there by Bodega
As well as the Gordons
Releasing my piece to me.
Not to Jimmy nor Candy
Pagan that is her real name.
I forgot the whole story
But her grandma was from Africa
She is another Albino.
Her mother had an affair
While the other guy was in prison
Sandy from the sanitorium
Because his mama from Africa
Gave birth in the hospital to a
White boy!
The doctors could not explain it
And she spent the rest of her life
Thinking she had done something wrong.
Albinos are not rare
Her father did not return from the Great war
And her mother could not prove anything
So, they took their land
And she died leaving the girl
To the white relatives to handle.
They promised a European tour
Instead, she was dumbed in the American south
Same difference they seemed to think
And stooled all of her inheritance for herself.
The family name was Payen or Pagen
As is common in Germany and Britian
Candy is also not her first name
But Christ or Christian
She was the perfect witch
Born so light colored
No one could tell.
The witch is very about it
While her sisters each
Have a different father
And difficult problems
To handle they just don't mention it
Barbary coast or black-eyed Susan
And lonely Alona agony
Well Johns real name is Jesus
Not that Galioto will admit it
That is why his daughter
Is named Gabriella.
I would check that marriage license
Oh, that right they don't have one.
Some couples should not get married.
As for the other marriage
Being performed at the Capital
Thirteen is the best number
In the world.
I would cement those vows
All the new arrivals
Want to have performed
Always a brides maid
Never a Bride.
They want to be sworn in!
And now!
Poor groom
Can't make up its mind.
Which one does he want
To get into bed with
For the next term or two or three?
Still can't make up their minds.
Maybe tonight will be magic.
Now tomorrow
I really want to go home
But that witch insists
She has paid for the land
Keeps yelling at me
But the judges already made
The decision and her daughters
Have no hope at all.
Once she is dead
I will be exhuming their daddy
I know where he is buried.
Wonder is he should have an autopsy?
Bet that is the reason she did not go to the
Catholic church for his burial.
Some couples
So, in love
Seriously flawed when it goes sour.
Just another day at the beach.
Love those waves rolling rthymatically,
Maybe the next time ...
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