Thank-you cards

This one has almost the same rhythm as the following song: 5nizza – я не той. This is why listening to the song might enhance the reading experience.


When you want to make a card for

A friend you’re

Deeply grateful to,

Don’t crumple paper down on the floor,

There’s a simple thing

That you can do.

Just make a rhyme, and they will love it,

Just make a rhyme, even if it sucks,

Make any rhyme and they will love it,

About whatever, maybe even their ducks.

A Kalevala-rhyme is my favorite,

It’s quite neutral,

And sounds majestic,

I know everyone will savor it,


Sounds very domestic.

Traditional and they will love it,

Traditional, even if it sucks,

Make any rhyme and they will love it,

About old times, and old-timey ducks.

They always say it was well-thought-out, too

And it made them

Shed one lonely tear,

You’ll do this as well if you get a clue,

Thank yous

Are nothing I fear.

Make them cry and they will love it,

It makes them cry, even if it sucks,

Make any rhyme and they will love it,

About emotions, or sensitive ducks.


Just the way you are

Just the way you are is a good way to be.

I’ll tell you why, if you can’t see.

You know how the world is just really good?

Almost as good as it ever, ever could.

You know, the Earth and everything on it,

Every continent and ocean after every split.

Every mountain and trench to as- and descend.

Every glacier and fire to shiver on and tend.

Every cloud and fog to rain and soak.

Every breeze and calm to shift an oak.

All the people playful and pleasant.

All the creatures living in the present.

All the music and words to sway your mood.

All the paintings and dances graceful and crude.

All this stuff and me and you,

Forms the world, and that is true.

This is why I owe you one,

Just as much as I owe to the sun.

You are a part of something great,

It wouldn’t be that without your weight.

It would be lacking without you there,

So thanks to you no matter where,

You might be right here, or far,

Be like that, just the way you are.

Why would you kiss a ghost?

Why would you ever kiss a ghost?

Asked my friend while eating toast.

Well, of course, to calm them down,

If you see them out on town.

Walking dazed and too confused,

Which is why they aren’t amused.

They try to talk but drive away,

The people run when they say “Hey”.

You should go and hear their wail,

It might fill your spine with hail.

They ask you for your warm affection,

A single kiss for good protection.

A peck on their ethereal cheek,

Their chain to earth lets out a shriek.

Disappears and waves goodbye,

Fades away with one last sigh.

But if you kiss a ghost pretender,

A ghastly horseplay, spoofy vendor.

They won’t fade with gratitude,

Might even show some attitude.

A kiss to them just might prove right,

If it makes their might take flight,

With their mind, away it flutters,

Above and on the fields and gutters.

Exorcised the wrong objective?

You might color yourself affective.

Father’s day

It’s this Sunday. I should’ve started thinking about this earlier.


I’m trying to write a father’s day card.

Coming up with words is pretty damn hard.

I know he’s given me more than I know.

How can I make the words spill and flow?

I could make a list and it’d be long,

And the sentiment might not seem that strong.

I could make a poem but it might be bland,

I don’t want to pen up stuff that’s not grand.

I could draw how I feel, if I knew how,

But 7-year-old me draws better than me now.

I could send a song but I can’t sing,

And the postcard couldn’t record that thing.

Oh man, how is this so tough?

I’ll just call him and tell him stuff.

But I’ll have to keep it not too feely,

I’ll cry if the words flow too freely.

I even get teary if I think about it,

Telling Dad how much he taught and did.

It’s a weird tear, it only makes me smile

And makes my mind go back a big dial.

It’s hard to do anything when holding back,

Be it tears or laugh or any kind of jack.

Bah, I’ll rhyme and just make it kinda good,

Hope that I make myself understood.