[LadyX]

Thank you so much for posting this Little Nothing from Nicknamed Bob!

We love ye, Bobby Lad, and do hope you will publish a book of your efforts.
I, for one, would be eager to purchase one.:))

[NicknamedBob]

Oh, this little nothing?

Nothing to Wear

She organized the closet,
And threw out all my stuff.
She said she needed lots more room,
And that I had enough.

I had to compromise a bit,
With all the nothing there.
My costume thus became a hit,
For I was wearing air!

I've heard them say "dress for success,"
I know what that's about.
It was my favorite way to dress,
Until I wore it out!

NicknamedBob . . . August 29, 2004

[NicknamedBob]

And just to tide you over until I can get my Poetry books to you, here's another lighthearted look ...

Embarrassed

I locked my keys inside my car,
No need to wonder where they are.
I plainly see them sitting there,
The rolled-up glass is clear as air.

I pat my pockets in the hope,
I’m really not this big a dope.
But they are empty, as I knew,
And this confirms something that’s true.

If there were some way I could lock it,
I’d end up barred from my own pocket.
I know that given half a chance,
I’d lock myself outside my pants.

I’d zip them up, secure the clasp,
And only then I’d surely gasp,
To realize, of all the gentry,
My pants alone deny my entry.

I’m sure the cop would soon come ‘round,
As word would spread across the town,
“My wife’s phone number? You can call it,
It’s written there inside my wallet.”

It seemed salvation was at hand,
I stood at the door of my laundry man.
It was at this point I got extra nervous,
I saw the sign, “no shirt, no shoes, no service.”

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . January 31, 2005