No Flies On Yoko

Poem By Ted Sheridan

We were watching the television when a fly landed on the screen
It walked across Yoko's forehead and stopped on the tip of her nose
My wife complained it was blocking her view of the show
But I didn’t kill it as it will be dead soon enough….

Comments about No Flies On Yoko

Oh this so made me laugh! Maybe it's just too early in the morning. It's true though isn't it and I guess the same applies to all living irritations (politicians excepted) . Oh and except for spiders. They have to go. t x
Wives are never wrong but it is almost beyond imagination that the flies' position on Yoko's nose blocked the only credible view. But then again Yoko ain't all that purty neither... Thanks for not swatting the fly - too many hearts would be broken. Rgds, Ivan
DEAR TED MAYBE YOU ARE BROTHER AND SISTER AJS
No flies on Frank, indeed, Mr. Sheridan...I shower twice a day, and in fact, the only time i've been muddied is when i've been playing in the PH FORUM! .. My friend Jim McKeever once called me ''Ole Muck 'n Mire''...Bang, Zoom! Great stuff, Ted FjR
what an imagery.. pokerfaced reality of a world arrested in metaphoric thought... take care ted.. you arethe finest human element in the soul of a poet.. we all love you in a very special way..your poems insides into a word of a thought... breaking news hi just wanted to tell you i am leaving out of town for some work will be back saturday.. will miss you guys.. firoze


Rating Card

3,9 out of 5
4 total ratings

Other poems of SHERIDAN

*a Devoted Gardener Of Love And Beauty

I looked upon her beauty as a flower
I hesitated to pinch her from her stem
Instead I planted myself next to her
Where I too have flourished in a sense…..

* Please Don'T Lie To Me Much

Oh how we tend to wish ourselves
Such extraordinary pain
With our naïve failure to recognize Love,
And all of the heartaches it brings

*john Doe 3: 16

In the Darkness
Alone
Under the investigation
Of

*retirement Plans

The religious man
may have a questionable retirement plan
However,
his devout faith in God

*having A Sense Of Tumor

Today I had a short but very serious
conversation with the tumor
on the back of my head. Now the size of a nectarine,
it has developed a mind of its own. It demands

*ophelia The Madness

Here is where.....
Madmen write verse for their amputated lovers
with blue fountain pens and quills of clotted ink
Scribbling morbid memories yellow with old malaria