Aerodynamix

A puff of blush on her cheek
A dash of red on her lips
She looks at you and smiles within
Her job mandates to stay thin

She walks the aisle with a pout
She serves all from tall to stout
Up above in the soaring blue
Her nails and lashes hold a firm glue

She looks at me as I type this
We play a game of hit and miss
Now below I see the golden sand
The captain announces its time to land.

Scribble Trouble

As I sit to write some notes
My heart jumps with many quotes
In the rhythm of a mighty zest
I put my pen to a paper test

Then stomach calls for an attention
Oh my mind hates this intervention
As I sigh to reach for a fruit
The paper flys, Mr. Fan the brut.

I rush back to gather my thought
Wonder why I smile on the trot
I roll my sleeve and smack my mood
Telling myself "u are a dude"

As I scribble this with a flow
This silly pace now seems to slow
Mr.Scribbler needs to add that punch
The bio clock says its time for lunch!