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Best Poems From
TED SHERIDAN
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Catfish Was Raised On a Farm But Won't Milk The Cow-pt. in a series of poems leading to my death
My headphones covered my ears and effectively screened all of my calls
Answering instead all questions as to Mick Jaggers longevity and fame
I was drinking up the sunshine and tomato juice cocktail simultaneously
Though one required wearing dark glasses and the other only a plastic cup
Canadian Geese were flying south from the Hamptons and stopped for a moment
To cackle a bit about the heavy air traffic and lengthy layovers in Atlanta
My wife called and the phone, knowing I wasn't listening, it's face lighted up and shouted a loud ring
I better take her call or it would prematurely call for an execution date to be set
And I wanted to at least live until next Sunday
Besides, she was frying fresh catfish for dinner
And I wasnt about to make it my last meal as it always gives me
A bad case of indigestion
Ted Sheridan
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Exponential Functions
Grains of sand form ripples in the beach
Flocks of birds in flight change directions
without incident..
We men say we know but yet we really dont know;
How these things happen
My wife swears it isn't important
Which makes me think she knows...
2008 © TS
Ted Sheridan
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Looney Tunes
John McCain; Republican candidate and apparent nominee
for the Presidency of the United States of America.
John McCain sounds like Elmer Fudd when he speaks
but he looks more like Barney Rubble as he paces back and forth,
waving those stubby little arms of his up and down nervously
while hunting those crazy Wabbits
John McCain. War hero.
Yet everything he shoots tastes like chicken
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2008 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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Most Good People Get To Die In Their Sleep / In Loving Memory Of Cedar Gay
Aunt Cedar knew she was dying a little bit here a little bit there
The doctors all gave their opinions in three minute briefs once a week
Her family had been there supporting her as she was injected
With needles filled with Death's drugs and an Angel's relief
She was happy right up until the end when she just closed her eyes
Her breathing became as silent as the crickets outside who sensed her passing
She had always said not to harm the crickets in the garage
Even when the sound of their constant chirping would disturb her sleep
They were quiet now out of respect for their protector
The lone light in her room flickered and went out
Her husband of sixty years fell to her side and placed a kiss on his bride's lips
Her sons and daughters wept and held each other tight
She always wanted them to all be home at once and they were....
Just for her....
Poor Uncle Charlie, he begged her not to leave him here alone
Even though he knew it was meant to be this way
Because no one loved God or people quite like Aunt Cedar
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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