No more pineapples under the sea.
Mornings are quiet, just Papa and me.
Turn on the TV and what do I see?
Blathering news, depression guarantee.
Surfing the stations, awww, TruTV!
Verdicts in, the murderer's been set free.
Decorate a room on HGTV?
Terrazzo floors just aren't for me.
Food Channel now, its Emeril whoopee,
Looks as a clown an ol' Chef Boy-Ar-Dee.
Olympics are on, Phelps interviewee.
Again repeating him jumping with glee.
Nothing is right for Papa and me,
Since BB's become a kindergarten enrollee.
Clocks ticking slowly, hands creeping to three
Awaiting Sponge Bob gobbling a Krabby Pat-tee!



Comments: 35
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?......................................
Thanks Bhwana, appreciate you, big time!
Sheila - Yepper another generation, when I arrived home from school I'd make a beeline for Howdy Doody...yikes, that ages me. HA!
Christine - you can slap me now!! HA!
"Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away!" LOL!
Natalie - They sure do. Bet that will be lots of giggles and hugs.
My Grandson always hurried to see (Arnold) after school
wonderfully poignant..
he is a handsome ,bright fellow..I am sure he misses you both,..oh er make that three..can't forget sponge Bob..
Cute kid.