Second Act Café is proud to announce our resident poet laureate~Fern Goodman.
We feel fortunate to share Ms. Goodman’s occasional poetic flights of fancy as she joins us at the Café.
After years of bouncing from one job to another to keep off the streets, Fern now spends her time pursuing the wily world of writing. She started writing poetry in the 70’s at the tender age of zrmezabob. Leaving rhyme for another time (can’t help it), she is an award winning, published short story writer. But because of her addictive lyrical personality, she has returned to the curse of the verse (see what I mean, jelly bean). Not that poetry has to rhyme; it’s not a crime (sheesh).
BTW, this was written with her tongue in her cheek, which is not visible in the above photograph.
I used to be open minded
Back when I was young
When I was made of sugar and spice
And everything nice and little boys were hung
Now my bones are older
A sharpness coats my tongue
I no longer tolerate fried foods
That ship has sailed, songs been sung
Wine gives me a headache
Purified air fills my lung
My two ounces of Wonka Chocolate
70% dark cacao, always tastes like dung
I need to drink more water
The spring in my step has sprung
Afraid to leave my couch
I exercise by watching Ninja Warrior rung by rung.
Ms. Goodman will be back as the muse strikes her. Please note the opinions of the poet are strictly her own, although SAC does have a tendency to agree with her most of the time.