TurboHomeNow(IWISH)

Running at a million MPH
Comes Amber from the sky
And where she's going, I guess you'll find out,
And maybe even why.

There's a better place for her, for me,
And to that place we'll go.
And it's a whole lot less filled with the trashiest folks,
It's definitely a place to call home.

For home we did call it once,
And home we'll call it again,
And Amber's really excited about it
(But to be honest, so's her best friend).

So when we move, we've moved,
And we won't look behind,
'Cause we won't be leaving anything
That hasn't been unkind.

Grade-A[mber]

There are some folks that sacrifice quality for cost,
But on my sweet Amber, that philosophy is lost.
Amber's never the kind of person to cut corners,
And she'd give her greatest wail if she were among professional mourners.

If she were a chef, you'd never find
A lack of meat and an abundance of rind.
She'd make sure that your candies were sweetened with the best
Sugar, and always avoid the questionable HFCS.

And if she painted room instead of art,
There wouldn't be drips on the carpeted part,
Nor would there be bubbles and painted over bumps,
'Cause she'd sand the old paint off so the place wouldn't be the dumps.

And if Amber ruled the land, you would never find
A government body or a big business allowed to be unkind
To all the people who pay their wages: customers.
They would learn to have better values, those close to hers.

Elle Est

After all the work has come abreast,
I think you deserve a little rest.
Though I must say that I'm quite impressed
By your answer to the work your teachers request.

It's good to see you not depressed,
Or even worse, quite obsessed,
Over working hard, always pressed
To eke out that last bit of zest.

A toilsome professor I detest,
Forcing his students upon a busywork quest
And in the end, their artistry repressed
For the price of seeing how far they've progressed.

Were you to class the summer, I would protest,
Claiming that you need not be distressed,
And that I doubt you would be regressed
To take a vacation in your nest.

F U Spells Flu

Please let it be false, oh, don't let it be true
That the love of my life has a porcine flu.
I'll take care of you, serving you chicken soup from a credenza,
As long as it doesn't give you avian influenza.

I hope and I pray with all my might
That the bug that plagues you won't last the night,
Or if it does, that it won't be that bad,
'Cause to lose my sweet honey would make me excruciatingly sad.

I'll give you plenty of fluids and plenty of meds,
And plenty of rest in our plenty of beds,
And I'll do all in my power to take care of you,
Even if it means that I get sick too.

But I guess that's just one's lot in life,
To take care of his ill, sick, tired, poor little wife,
And help her to get better really quick,
So she can care for him when he gets sick.

Thankfulness

There are many things for which I'm thankful,
In fact, if I counted them, I'm sure I'd have a bank full.
I love how with you, there are no really suprises,
And you're always there whenever the sun rises.

You're a brick wall upon which I can rest
When the wearies of the world have taken my zest.
And you're always there to handle our affairs,
Whether we have stairs in our home or a home on the stairs.

I also love it that I can rely
On the fact that I will always be your guy,
And that you'll never let us starve or lose a roof.
Of these things I have had countless proof.

But most importantly, and listen to me,
Is that you've made priority one (not two, or three)
Something that definitely assures me that you're the one:
That no matter what we get in life, we try to make it fun.

The Words on My Heart

The words of my heart,
Find it hard to part
From between my lips.

But the words on my heart
Will always start
My soul sailing on ships.

I want every word I say
To be a word that takes you away
And I want every word I speak
To leave your needs wobbly and weak.

So the words of my heart
Will always chart
Such elaborate trips.

Friday!

There are many days throughout the week,
Monday's for the birds, it's in their beaks.
Tuesday's fine, but in the way
Is Tuesday's neighbor, Wednesday.

Thursday's bad, 'cause it's not quite the end,
And Sunday's sad, 'cause it is.
And Saturday's busy, so I send
My heart to Friday, with a hug and a kiss.

Friday's a great day, 'cause it's a short day at work,
And We do have some errands, but we avoid all the jerks,
'Cause they don't leave work 'till 5 o'clock,
And by that time, we're taking stock.

It's got all the great parts of the week
Rolled up into one day,
And thought it happens often, it still make me tweak:
Thank God for my fun day.

Doll-y

When the post arrives,
You get a surprise.
What could it be
But a doll-y.

You open the parcel,
Fresh from customs marshals,
And what do you see?
It's a doll-y.

While cats play with paper,
They canter and caper,
You play with glee,
With your doll-y.

A wish come fulfilled,
And you're more than thrilled,
'Cause You've got Little Fee,
Your own doll-y.

The Goblin

There's this goblin, you see,
And he follows us around,
And he's always trying to do stuff
That just gets us down.

Well, like, this morning,
When my tire was flat,
Or every time we have
To clean up after a cat.

That goblin's responsible
For all our misery and pain,
And I'm just glad we're so strong,
And able to stay sane.

But I want you to know this:
Every time the goblin strikes,
I'll make everything all better;
Something the goblin doesn't like.

Clear Skies

The sky is mostly clear right now,
And we're dancing on the one white cloud.
The sun is shining in the sky,
I got my girl, she has her guy.

It's stopped raining, it's stopped pouring,
And all our troubles are worth ignoring.
It's stopped pouring, it's stopped raining,
And all our joys are worth sustaining.

There's a rainbow bridge that leads from the cloud,
And it takes us to a welcoming crowd.
Everyone, it seems, is here to see we,
And the crowd is crowding around two somebodies.

It's stopped raining, it's stopped pouring,
And all our troubles are worth ignoring.
It's stopped pouring, it's stopped raining,
And all our joys are worth sustaining.

When it's a great day, it's a great day,
And when it's not so bad, it's still a great day.
'Cause we've got each other, and we've got our health,
And all our needs and all our wealth.

It's stopped raining, it's stopped pouring,
And all our troubles are worth ignoring.
It's stopped pouring, it's stopped raining,
And all our joys are worth sustaining.

'Cause it's a great day, yes that's true.
It's a great day, here with you.

A Place Your Own

Throughout life, there are things we must learn,
Like sharing, and being polite, and waiting your turn,
But then there are some things with which we are born,
Like aptitude, or dexterity, or skill playing horn.

Further, there are some aspects that combine the two,
Building a better birdhouse, or a better-flavored glue,
Or helping to correct people who say such words as "ain't."
Or even picking up that paint brush and laying on the paint.

I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the kind of guy
Who you could describe as having an artistic eye,
But I know what I like whenever I see 'em,
And wish that I had my very own museum.

Of course, I'm a little biased, 'cause that place would be filled
With the work of an artist that I think should be top billed,
And I'd run my gallery for the rest of my life,
Just so everybody else could see the hard work of my wife.

Giving You What You Want

There are about a billion stars in the sky,
And I'd give you every one just so you wouldn't cry.
There are probably about a million pennies in the jar,
I know it's not much, and we probably couldn't go far.

But I know that there's one thing I got a lot to give
And that's my love, and with it we can live.
Sure it can't buy food, pay rent, or fill up the tank,
Or be vested in the stock market or earn interest at the bank.

But it's a spring ever running of the stuff of joy,
And I share it with my girl, and she shares it with her boy.
I know it won't get us to the places we want to go,
But I guess that's what the saving of money is for.

Oh, Little Snail

Oh, little snail, the world's not that scary,
Though the world's run by beast who are just a bit hairy.
You don't need to worry about worlds and handbaskets and hell,
'Cause wherever you go, you still have your shell.

You're the epitome of how life should go,
Because you're never in a hurry, you always take it slow.
And you never forget where you've gone, little snail,
'Cause you can always look back and see your trail.

We can learn a lot of lessons from you,
And I suppose you could learn some lessons from us too.
As humans, we could learn to simplify our lives,
And as snails, you could learn to, I don't know, wield knives.

Sure, there are some things you should fear,
Like birds, and salt, and bowls full of beer,
But when the climate is right for being a snail,
Stretch your neck out far and set slow sail.

Diamonds are Forever, and a Girl's Best Friend

I have wondered and pondered things like De Beers,
Who keeps, artificially, diamonds from being everywheres.
If they would lighten up, and let us have bling,
Though they'd make less money, the world would have reason to sing.

One thing I'd like to suggest is diamond teeth.
Stronger than enamel, even if just a sheath.
You could literally bite through a lot,
And your teeth wouldn't be as susceptible to rot.

There wouldn't be any cavities if our teeth were carbon lattices,
And going to the dentist would be for cosmetic statuses,
Because our teeth would be strong and shiny
And able to withstand the travesties tiny.

What a world it would be if our teeth were so strong,
And they'd last us our lives, and even our deaths, long.
And we would never find shady dentists who importune
That our non-diamond teeth must also cost a fortune.

Let It Out

When you feel the need to scream,
Let it out.
If your life's not what it should seem,
Let it out.
If your family's being bad,
Let it out.
If the cats make you less than glad,
Let it out.

When you hold it in your chest,
The bitter feelings do the rest,
And soon you feel like a chocolate hare:
Saccharine without, but full of air.

So if the world's giving you the finger,
Let it out.
And if those miseries like to linger,
Let it out.
When obnoxious kids are ruining your day,
Let it out.
Or if you just can't seem to get your way,
Let it out.

You can let it out to me,
And I'll help make you a better yee.
But when I'm not here to hear you spout,
In my absence, let it out.

A Technical Marvel!

It's often thought that cats are tidy,
But when they're not, I'm feeling hidey.
And I'm ever thankful for my honey bean
Who helps to keep those felines clean.

And at times our minimal wages
May send lesser folk into fits of rages,
I've got my own financial planning star
Who helps make every last cent go far.

If the days are rather bleary,
Or else if I'm feeling somewhat dreary,
I don't need to traverse stodgy halls,
'Cause I got fine art on my walls.

And I'll tell you now, I don't need a calendar,
'Cause I got something better: a gal, and her
Ability to keep me always on track,
And to ensure my schedule's lack of lack.

I have this and more, you know,
'Cause I got Amber 1.0.

Those Four Elements

When I sit to start my thinking,
My thoughts, I find, are never sinking,
Sometimes they blow here and there,
To and fro without a care.

And at other times, my head is solid,
And my face reflects my emotions: stolid.
Unmovable, I am, like the earth,
And stubborn, with a movement's dearth.

I have within me a saving grace,
And that's when I emote, I can blaze.
I burn with furvor, furiously bright,
And can prove my feelings from day to night.

But too I can be calm as the sea,
Always in motion, but hardly moved, me.
My heart is quenched, and even drowned,
Or bobbing ever, my fleshy pound.

Be it wind or be it stone,
Or fire hot or water cold,
My thoughts will be on you, the one,
And my feelings yours ever after old.

A Faraway Land

There's a land, I've heard tales,
Which is guarded by heavy gales,
And the only way to pass on higher
Is to traverse through a refining fire.

In this land there is no crime,
And the bathrooms they say are free of grime.
Leaders are warned, because the screen 'em,
And if they're bad, they gotta clean 'em.

Each policy is carefully designed
With every individual's rights in mind,
And under no circumstances will
Someone pass a self-interests bill.

So settle down, and have no fear,
No matter what, I'll keep you near.
And we shall occupy our travel
While the old seams of this land unravel.

The Adventures of Fluff and Puff

Fluff was a bunny, Puff was a chick.
And together, they decided to do a trick,
They'd find all the eggs in the chicken coop,
And hide them all across the farm, what a dupe!

So they gathered up as many eggs as they could find,
And though they both had fun, it might have been unkind,
'Cause in the morning when the rooster crowed,
The hens would all wonder where their eggs goed.

The hens and the roosters and the sheep and the horses
All looked high and low for a sign of the eggs' courses.
But Fluff and Puff were masters of hiding,
For as hard as the other sought, there was no finding.

And all the while, they would look on and laugh,
Because the other animals were clearly off path.
And they never even felt a tremor of fear,
Because the other animals would never come near.

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Puff was a chick, and Fluff was a bunny,
And they both thought that they had done something funny.
But pretty soon, they would start to feel bad,
'Cause those eggs each were without its mom and its dad.

So they gathered them up, and made sure they were all there,
And painted them with nice colors and put them on fine straw, like hair.
And then they loaded the eggs in a basket, and marched up to the stable,
And called to all the animals: the willing, ready, and the able.

They hoisted the basket high enough so that everone could see,
From the tallest Clydesdale to the lamb at his knee,
"I'd like to make an announcement," said Fluff to the crowd,
Some animals were hard of hearing, so he had to say it loud.

Puff interject and began to speak her soliloquy,
"Fluff and I decided to play a prank, and see,
Well, I guess it got a little out of hand. You must think us a beast, or
Else you'll all forgive us, after all, today is Easter."

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For what the little chick had spoken was true,
And the crowd was pleased, as I hope, so are you,
To find that everything came out happy, and nobody was blue,
And Fluff and Puff could go off and do whatever it is bunnies and chicks do.

Time Warp

If I had a time machine,
I'd take away all your pain.
Every single last dollop
Would never bother you again.

I would travel to the past
And give you all my help
So that you wouldn't ever
Shed a tear or even cry a yelp.

I would show you a nice future,
One that would give you hope,
So that you wouldn't need to feel sad,
Or have any reason to mope.

And I'd continually watch the time stream,
To make sure no new bads befell
So you could have a perfect life
And live it oh so well.

Wicked Creatures

When wicked creatures decide to lurk
Within our home sweet home,
They must know I consider it light work
To destroy them on their roam.

And when I'm not around to keep things smooth
Within my domicile,
I have some friends who help to soothe;
Friends of the ailurophile.

With a piece of tissue or stomp of shoe,
I cut their miserable lives short,
And dump their chitinous bodies in a flue,
To let the great Arachne sort.

Let this be a warning to all those creatures,
Both the great and the small:
I dislike your araneus features,
And you shall face my maul.

The Dollmaker

The dollmaker makes the dolls
with love and with care,
And lovingly places the eyes
And the makeup, and the hair.

The dolls, they can dance,
Even though they can't sing,
Because the dollmaker has
Filled them with string.

And these dolls, they can
Move their arms to just about any point,
After all, anybody could,
Provided they had a ball for a joint.

But the best thing about the doll,
Thought it may not be the freest,
Is that the dollmaker made it special,
Especially for meest.

Let Her Bee

If ever you thought a bee lacked power,
Clearly you've never spoken with a flower.
The bumbler bumbles in ways most fascinating
To keep our flowers continually pollinating.

When a bee returns to her home hive,
She tells her friends, in a dancing jive,
Where they may too find the floral blooms
And then they follow their noses to the floral fumes.

Without my honeybee, I'd never have fruit,
And each flower would be less of a beaut.
So be thankful that those yellow and black bugs
Zigzagging their way to flowers, deserving a toast from your mugs.

Never underestimate a creature so small,
Because it's not a little, insignificant things at all.
If we didn't have bees, sure, we'd have fewer stings,
But we'd also have a significant depletion in the area of floral things.

No Words for a Title

A language is a way of speaking
To let others know what you're thinking.
But in translation the thoughts don't make it
Into the right words for them.

So if you're out there seeking
To explain your thoughts, the lights may be blinking,
But for some reason the recipient doesn't know how to take it.
You need to setp up and make those words a gem.

For you'll find in life there's no rewind
To turn back the cruel hands of time,
So you had better make those moments count,
And make sure that you don't burn your last bridge.

Because if you find yourself unkind,
No amount of precious rhyme
Will help you turn back the account,
And you'll ever be seeking your love over the next ridge.

No Constraints

There's no rhyme or reason to my love,
Or a meter or a pentameter, below or above,
Or any other sort of limiting factor,
Or ability of performance by an actor.

My love is my love, it has no subsitution,
No immitation, and no pollution.
It's pure and simple, and always whole,
And generates more energy than any lump of coal.

There are no restrictions holding me back,
And I never need to cut it some slack,
'Cause it's always on, it's always burning,
It's always wheeling, always churning.

I have a love language, but it is no argot,
But I do have a focus, only one target,
And that target is the recipient of my joy
Whose face is more beautiful than any wench of Troy.

My love, I suppose does have one limitation,
And that it's target at Amber with no immitation.

To Be Me Without You Is To Not Be Me At All

My love, my heart, and also soul
Whose very presence makes me whole,
Will always be a shining light
Leading me on throughout the night.
Always able to fill the role.

If I a flag, you'd be my pole,
For a piece of fruit, be the bowl.
Were I a bird, you'd be my flight.
You complete me.

Under every bridge, a troll,
Demanding us a paltry toll,
And though he stands a tow'ring height,
Together we pay or we fight,
Knocking him down into his hole.

You complete me!

Amber Is a Breeze

Amber is a breeze
That rustles throughout my heart
And I love her so.

Acros Ti Csky

Always, I say to her when I see
My wife, tacking an E to the end of L-O-V.
Because to her there was nobody sweetre,
Enlightened in kindness, a heart with a meter
Royal and pure and honest to the brim
She gives rise to my soul, and my heart sings an hymny
I'll always love her, my heart always full
Love being the filler to it and to my so'
Voluminous I find my my heart is with luv
I can't scarcely see it down from above.
Along the edges you will finder a little bit of love's reminder

I Will Ever Love

When I say "To death I will ever love,"
I do not mean unto death, but longer.
For death is too short for life not above,
And eternity makes the love stronger.

Eternity is the true length of care,
If ever measured in ways known truly;
Always stretching onwards with a dare,
It fulfills its metric more so than duly.

What benefits a man to love 'til death,
Or to be loved until the sun goes down?
Were it better for a man to cease breath,
Or for a king to fling away his crown.

True love can be found near, and not too far
When it is spelled A-M-B-E and R.

There is a Girl I Know

There is a girl I know;
In her hands she holds my heart.
With every moment, I will show
From my love I'll never part.

In her hands she holds my heart;
My core beats for nobody but her.
From my love I'll never part
No matter what tragedies occur.

My core beats for nobody but her
Until the very day I die
No matter what tragedies occur
She's mine, and that's why.

Until the very day I die,
With every moment, I will show
She's mine, and that's why
There is a girl I know.