Weekly Enigma

Old Swimmer Jack, so long and green
His smile’s as big as any you’ve seen
His dentist bills must be obscene
Perhaps that’s why he’s always mean

Weekly Enigma

The fear began because something went wrong
What was at our feet, just didn’t belong
They moved what was there to where there was more
But couldn’t get all of it up off the floor
Now the sky up above starts where it’s not
We linger in it in darkness, forgot

Weekly Enigma

Many think me just to be an endearing simile
When it’s said I am compressed, bitter anger you express
Move me down and you will see uniform conformity
My incline can sometimes mean ordered silence on the scene

Weekly Enigma

My partner talks and listens, my partner breaks my sleep
I tell my partner “quite down” so he won’t make a peep
My partner can’t do dishes and never walks the pooch
I pay to keep my partner, but don’t think he’s a mooch