DING

on the road with ding and dong.

ding is pleasant enough, but

dong, not so much.

dong has personality issues.

could use mouthwash and a shower.

and has some nasty habits:

won't be discussed here,

or anywhere else, for that matter.
wouldn't want folks thinking
I'm picking on dong.

and ding can sing.

oh, how wonderfully ding sings.

ding can belt out a song,

much like Frank Sinatra.

dong, not so much.

dong cannot carry a tune

in a bucket, or anywhere else,

for that matter. 

no, of course, doesn't matter;

won't bring it up again.

or anywhere else, for that matter.
ding and dong have  left the building;
following Elvis to who knows where.

threw myself a party,

but I but did't show.

have this thing about crowds:

don't much care for them. 

at times, most of the time

am much too much 

even for myself.

threw a big party for bunch

of family, friends, whoever,

but, of course, l didn't show.

that thing about crowds, again.

a cure? hell no, I won't go!

desperation seeks bed partner
just for warmth, nothing more.

we cannot hold a conversation with an
idiot and expect intelligent conversation.

am happy as long as happy
is happy when happy.
will stomp my way into
happy's happiness.
sad is never sad with happy happy.
now that happy is happy,
we should be happy too.