Not Gonna Write Poems: A Poetry Book for All the Non Poets

By Michael A. Lee and Jessica Lee

Sometimes you just want to read something a little bit different from your usual choices. If you’re looking for a fun read, perhaps you should give poetry a try. “What? Poetry?” you might ask. Yes, poetry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Feb 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781483495644

Michael A. Lee

My name is Michael A. Lee I am a first time author. I was born and raised in Zion, Illinois. I moved to Madison, Wisconsin. I accomplished my education at Madison Area Technical College. The field of Liberal Arts, Counseling and Culinary Arts. I enjoyed many years doing Community theatre. I was divorced from my friend, to this day Jorie Volatile. I now reside in Vandalia, Illinois. As much as I loved theatre and making people laugh. I have found another way to make people happy. I work with adults with disabilities. Everyday with them is life on stage.

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Ticks and Rice

I’ll tell you my story if you’ve got a minute or two.

It starts off just right, as most stories do.

I met my future bride as we waited on line.

We knew it was love when we drank the same wine.

We grew closer day by day, did almost everything as one.

She finished my sentences with a skill second to none.

We laughed and had fun each and every day,

So I thought to myself, let’s get married in May.

After three years of heavenly bliss,

We made it official, sealed our bond with a kiss.

We said our I dos on the first day in May.

It was quite a show, all happy and gay.

We then bought our dream home at last.

We bought some new things, kept some things from the past.

We unpacked our belongings from morning to night.

It was hard work, but it was all right.

So at the end of our first day in our love shack,

My wife said, "Take a load off your feet, just go relax.

I’ve got your dinner and dessert covered with ease."

And she went to work with her apron put on

As I was left to do as I please.

After forty-five minutes,

My lovely bride called out to me.

She said, "Close your eyes, just take my hand.

I’ve got a surprise for you that’s really grand."

So I licked my lips and followed her lead,

My stomach growling, waiting to be pleased,

My mouth salivating and ready to chew,

My nose trying to sniff for a clue.

She finally took her hands away from my eyes,

And I have to say what I saw

Made my blood cold as ice.

‘Cause I was expecting a feast as a prize,

But instead what I got

Was a heaping, hot bowl filled with ticks and rice.

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Ode to My Snore

There’s a sound so loud

Coming out from my mouth, for which I’m not proud.

It only happens when I’m deep in slumber.

Why this foul noise emanates from me, I can only wonder.

Blowing like a trumpet,

It would disturb your tea with crumpets.

It returns every night

And puts my wife’s rest in plight.

Tossing and turning,

She lets me know when her ire’s a-burning.

With a nudge or two in my side instead of a kiss,

She reminds me again how I disturb her tranquility and bliss.

So I roll in bed to try to quell the sound,

But to my regret, my snore can still be found,

Shaking the windows and making things creak.

My snore’s still sixty decibels too loud

To allow a proper night of sleep.

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Chicken Lo Mein

Chicken lo mein,

Chicken lo mein,

I wrote this poem all about you,

To tell the whole world that you’re second to none.

For you, I’d give up my hot dogs, my pizza, my hamburgers with the buns.

Chicken lo mein,

Chicken lo mein.

I can eat it in the morning.

I can eat it in the afternoon too.

There’s no better dish; it’s truly delish,

And that’s the honest truth.

Chicken lo mein,

Chicken lo mein.

It’s truly a gift from above,

Made with soy sauce and love.

My grandma sometimes cooks it for me,

And in case you want to know,

Her name is Tai May Lee.

Chicken lo mein,

Chicken lo mein.

On one Thanksgiving eve,

Grandma tried something new

‘Cause I think she forgot;

Perhaps the kitchen was too hot.

And she served it with stuffing and gravy to me.

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Christmas Day

Christmas day is so sweet,

Christmas day can’t be beat.

Christmas day is filled with toys and treats.

Christmas day is when the world seems to be at peace.

So I think we’d all agree that Christmas day just really rocks,

Until you’ve opened all your gifts and got

Ten new pairs of Christmas socks!

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