Here are some new poems by M.T.Whallette
The Odds
I do not purport to be a mathematician,
But I did some calculations you should know.
After “crunching” all the numbers,
I can now mathematically show.
The odds of you winning the Texas lotto,
Are admittedly not too hot.
You see the odds are just about the same,
Whether you buy a ticket or not!
M. T. Whallete © 2009
Air Travel
Now air travel is not my “cup of tea.”
But I relented the other day,
And ventured out to DFW,
Boarded a plane and flew away.
I’m definitely not a frequent flyer,
To purport to be such would be a lie,
Frankly, I would rather hitchhike,
Than board an airplane and fly.
Security is extremely tight,
And I understand all the reasons why.
There are some radicals out there,
Who’d like to make planes fall out of the sky.
While this imposes some inconvenience,
I opt for caution than to prematurely die.
But to speed my way through security,
Here’s something I’d like to try.
I’ll dress in short shorts and a tank top,
No shirt, pants, shoes or tie.
Barefooted, no underwear or cap,
No carryon or liquid; nothing to go awry.
Or wearing only a bathrobe and shower shoes,
Now that attire would be striking and unique.
But my wife adamantly tells me, “No way,”
So I guess no one will ever get a peek.
M. T. Whallete © 2009
Bananas
Bananas raise two questions,
How many and how ripe shall they be?
What is that optimum number,
Nine, seven, five, two or three?
Buying bananas to me is a pain,
If I were clairvoyant, then I’d know for sure.
So purchasing bananas creates a dilemma,
How many and which ones to procure?
Green bananas or yellow bananas,
Or somewhere in between?
My pessimism leans toward the yellow,
But my optimism makes me “go green.”
Timing is the crucial question,
Too few, and I could exhaust my supply.
Or perhaps a worse case scenario,
The bananas may ripen after I die.
M. T. Whallete © 2009
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