DEEP CHARITY
Deep charity often you show
by lending my moments a glow
apparently able
to fracture a fable
yet never to double life's woe.

"Trebling" wasn't addressed there. -- bh

Dear **Eunice** and lissome **Doreen**:
I see that your lines have a sheen
permitting mere glory
to seem like a story
as mighty as king or as queen.

eunice are you now ok
i see you on here each day
Buy something new
To stop you feeling blue
your troubles may go away

A papoose is a bundle of joy
No matter if a girl or a boy
And such is the goal
Of a girl with her doll
But this time alive, not a toy.

Dear **Eunice**: You ALWAYS produce
examples of wonderful juice
in forms very vimmy
while being as ~Limmy~
as Bruce ever was >that papoose!

I surely wish I could produce
Some juicier scribblings for Bruce
It seems such a waste
To give him to taste
These servings that are not much use

MY DICTION
My diction will surely seem better
as soon as I send you a letter
implying my love
for push and for shove
as those breed an Irish regretter.

That reeks of something promissory. -- bh

YOUR CHANGE
Your change you neglected to take,
yet now for propriety's sake
I hand you this twenty
while hoping that plenty
of memory rules how you quake.

Senility forever lingers. -- bh

BELT
Belt out every song that you sing,
as if you might be some fine king
whose ultimate voicing
of Nature's rejoicing
could seem to demolish life's sting.

That lurched gracefully. -- bh

Dear **Eunice**: You aren't some lost scribbler
(while I must remain some strange quibbler!),
but -- rather -- your style
evinces a smile
demanding I be your BEST NIBBLER.

Oh thankyou, my kindly friend, Bruce
I hope to again be some use
I'll come up fighting
And, once again, writing
If I can again find my muse.

Dear **Eunice**: Though ~shrunk~, you remain
too mighty to reap our disdain,
since -- daily and nightly --
we tend toward politely
regreeting an infinite gain.

As you see I have not yet demised
I've resurfaced though reduced in size
I've shrunk quite a bit
So my clothes do not fit
My wardrobe I need to revise.

To dance now (and prance) -- I advance
my wish that each marvelous glance
of darlingest **Eunice**
might happily tune us
toward guessing that lives form romance.

i miss you eunice Dear
I'll make that very clear
you have had it rough
It must have been tough
But I'm glad to see you here!.

A man danced a less noble rain dance
Quite lacking the former's romance
His wigwam, you see
Impelled him teepee
And he had a large boil on his lance

EXHIBITS
Exhibits of art and of science
demand we perform some compliance
with concepts of truth
not very uncouth
despite the huge fact of defiance.

You seem to be strutting. -- bh

Dear **Eunice**: All photos of me
resemble some gasping old sea
on which long has floated
much language as bloated
as dreaming that thrives on a spree.

Photos are wonderful things
Such joy that the memory brings
They have quite a pull
When albums are full
Of seasons from Autumns to Springs

TO FOLLOW
To follow some worthier path,
you first might convince all my wrath
to steer toward the pleasure
of tending to measure
in any bright way but New Math.

The symbolism is crashing. -- bh

DETERGENTS
Detergents are known for their power
to give each new moment and hour
a semblance of brightness
akin to the rightness
quite present in any endower.

That formula foments foaming. -- bh

Eunice, quite nice to resee you!
I hope that you're not feeling blue.
It is sad when you're ill;
you certainly have had your fill.
[Write more when your'e fit enough to.]

FRESH EGGNOG
Fresh eggnog enriches a season
by practicing minuscule treason
in forms full of taste
that stay quite encased
as if to enhance all fine reason.

How sweet! -- bh

Dear **Eunice**: I've wondered quite much
in terms of your marvelous touch
long absent among us
as if life had stung us
with arrows too mighty to clutch.

I'm limp as a rag in the wind
My energy's quite underpinned
my muse, once a guest,
Has travelled out west
I feel I've been gutted and skinned.