I wish that I could tell you

exactly what I want.

But I find it quite taboo

when it comes to restaurants.

You ask me what I want to eat

and I say, "I'm not sure."

You drop your head low in defeat

while my expression stays demure.

"We do this every night my dear,

one day you'll have to pick."

but every time those words appear

I fear I may be sick.

"Please just choose, I'm begging you!"

You tease and also taunt.

I realize what I have to do!

"I'll eat whatever you want!"

Seventh grade is hard to teach

Because the kids are crazy

Hormonal minds we try to reach

They’re either wild or lazy.

One day after lunch a student cried

With gasps like she was seizing.

To cheer her up I really tried

To understand the reason.

She explained friends laughed at her

Because of the Pacific

I need more info if I were

To understand; I said, “Please be specific.”

She cried when telling them there were two

Pacific Oceans they roared

I said, “Oh, really, I never knew.

Please show me on the board.”

She pulled down the rolled up map

On the wall in the front of the room

And on the map both sides she tapped

And my eyes began to zoom

She pointed to the right and left

And said, “See, there ARE two.”

Her quivering chin, that pointed cleft,

I knew what I had to do.

I reminded her the earth was round

And that those ends would meet

To show the only Pacific found;

She slunk back to her seat.

So now you know what it is like

To teach the seventh grade

And why I often have to spike

My glass of lemonade.

For a man deemed “Until”

Life was draped in mystique

For no answer could fulfill

When he was exposed to a critique

When lads and lasses alike spoke of the man

They came to disagree and claimed “No, not Until”

To which they’d ask, “Tell, until what, if you can?”

And then the conversation came to a standstill.

“I mean, no! Not Until.” A man would say

“Yes, but until what?”

“Until, the man!” He declared as he shook his head in dismay

His words, however, would never make the cut

Frustrated he waved a finger

And his lips squeezed into a pout

He paced as he could not linger

And he began to shout

“Until, that cursed being!

The name that beseeched confusion in every word!”

“However, what point am I not seeing?

Was there a point I had not heard?”

The man shook his head in defeat

And dismissively waved a hand with a “Bah!”

Before he wandered off with brisk feet

The man had left, and the other thought, “Hallelujah!”

He ceased for a moment to think

As he found the man’s confusion baffled him

Only then did it begin to sink

Even if the chances of recovery were slim.

“Oh!” He laughed.

“Until, that’s his name!”

He stood, looking like a foolish calf

But, at least he’s not to blame

It seemed like it had gone on forever

In a flash it was done

Will the Red and the Blue ever come together

Some I voted for won

I am happy to say

No more commercials of Lt Gov Dan Patrick in his "mom jeans"

Looking at some of the winners list I'm just really going to pray

I'm not a one party person by any means

I look at the candidates and go from there

I vote both ways

I have to tell you with the all the hate commercials my nerves were starting to wear

Some of these candidate's behaviors leave me in a complete daze

I have to admit one politician this week brought a smile to face

Please know I don't condone violence

For it there is no place

But seeing Ted Cruz being flipped off, booed and ducking a beer can made sense.

I wished he would have stayed in his country of birth

or even stayed in Cancun while we froze

To him his constituents have no real worth

And more and more a growing group of how constituents feel about him truly shows

I hope your cities, states and our country prosper greatly

No matter who got in I want them to do well because then we will do well

I hope the mudslinging and name calling give in to a behavior more stately

Enjoy this brief pause because way too soon we will be back in election hell.