Happiness is a cook's rhyme

Cookery bookery Wordle

The mouse ran up her girdle

The maid took fright

And the mouse took flight

Into her soup with the turtle.

 

-- Johnny 

Happiness is a martial birthday

A birthday happens not by chance,

it's not at all in our control.

Each a marker on a mission,

one by one they call, they beckon.

Every year makes its advance,

another checkpoint on patrol.

Take five to pause and to inspect

your kit to see if it's complete,

to get you through to duty's end

with what you need or must amend,

a time to rest and to reject

every thought of sad retreat.

We cannot know the outcome now,

but only that our part we play.

And when at last our task is done, 

and we our final course have run,

we trust our Captain will endow

the vict'ry ribbon to repay.

-- Johnny (For Monica, 4 October 2020)

Happiness is Eight O'Clock Coffee

Eight O'Clock Coffee,

     Five O'Clock Gin,

Start the day early,

     End it with a grin.

 

-- Johnny 

Happiness is sometimes wet

Like silver coins the wet leaves gleam,

as rays of sun o'ercome the rain;

But quickly alter back to green,

as showers win the fight again.

So are my happi-nesses mine,

brief victories invading time.

-- Johnny

Happiness is a Rush Limbaugh sendup

Rush Hudson Limbaugh,

a febrile font of faux pas,

everyday, from his throne,

behind a golden microphone,

grifts millions spoutin' hoo-ha.

-- Johnny

Happiness is the sound words make

The Mary Rose, perhaps planned under Henry VII, sank in 1545

I confess I do not like to see

words written out of melody.

On the page alarms do ring

whene'er the author makes them sing

out of tune to aural sense,

mixing past and perfect tense.

As when The Rosemary instantly sunk,

an ugly phrase that goes kerplunk.

-- Johnny

Happiness is a morning smoothie

Forty grams of banana

not imported from Havana,

Yogurt, flax and berries bluey

all went in my morning smoothie,

Here in Michigan, not Montana.

 

-- Johnny 

Happiness is "Stove-top Espresso", sung to the tune of "Blessed Assurance"

Stove-top espresso! Coffee is mine!

Oh, what a foretaste, of glory divine!

Luigi De Ponti, inventor from God,

For Bialetti, made moka pot.

Refrain:

This is my coffee! This is my cup!

Waking my mind up, all morning long!

This is my coffee! This is my cup!

Making me wind up, all morning long!

Perfect bean grinder, grinding beans fine;

Piercing my hearing, through last night's wine!

Aromas ascending, lift me above,

Aromas of mercy, whispers of love.

From agitation, I let the milk rest;

Macchiato, from my glass French press!

Doing it this way, I know isn't quite right,

But the thing only cost me, nine ninety-five.

 

-- Johnny 

Modesty meets up with Honesty

There once was a dame misnamed Modesty
who met up with a cad they called Honesty
he exclaimed with a leer
Ah, excuse me my dear
but your décolletage is delightfully chesty.

-- Johnny