Pretty in pink

Pretty in pink
On ladies it's fine
But on a man
It's not a crime

Dressed in pink
Not baby blue
When your baby girl
Comes home with you

Choose a pink shirt
Instead of plain white
Wear something new
Men have the right

Real men eat quiche
Real men will cry
And a pink shirt
Real men can buy

Pretty in pink
What do you think
Suppose he’s handsome
And gives you a wink

By, Randee Saber 7/29/07

Calendar Girl

I’m a calendar girl
But I’m not on your wall
There’s so much to do
And keep track of it all

I must write it down
I can’t miss a date
To be somewhere
And not run late

My schedule fills up
The calendar quick
To schedule an outing
I’ll know when to pick

If not written down
It will skip my mind
Then it’s too late
That day’s now behind

I’m a calendar girl
Who forgets to look
What’s written down
In my calendar book

By, Randee Saber 7/28/07

Living off my folks

I’m bored and broke
And I’m living off my folks

I can’t get a job
But I’m not really looking
When I want supper
I’ll say "what's cooking"

When I need money
I’ll ask for a loan
My folks give in
But they gripe and moan

I’ll watch TV
In the middle of the day
My dirty clothes
On the floor they'll stay

I’ll sleep till noon
Then stay out all night
Staggering home
In the broad daylight

One day I’ll stand
On my own two feet
If a rich young lady
I happen to meet

I’m now approaching
My middle age years
And not leaving home
My folks do fear

I should be ashamed
But really I’m not
Cause lots of money
My folks have got

I’m bored and broke
And they moved before I woke

By, Randee Saber 7/28/07

American Idols

The smell of cologne
The roar of the crowd
The show is funny
The laughter is loud

The final curtain
The actors appear
Standing ovations
Along with cheers

On the red carpet
They’ll stand and pose
We’re able to see
The gowns they chose

They’ll get rewarded
For what they have done
Golden trophies
The stars have won

Into the woods
His ball hardly goes
Because he’s a tiger
He plays with the pros

Slam dunk the ball
Pitch to home plate
Kick the ball far
While spectators wait

The smell of the beer
The roar of the crowd
The home team won
The fans are proud

American idols
They act and they sing
Including the athletes
Much pleasure they bring


By, Randee Saber 7/21/07

Now I lay me down to sleep

July 24, 2007 Connecticut family, mother and two teen-age daughters brutally attacked and killed in their home. Father, a prominent physician, specializing in Diabetes survives after being beaten and thrown into the basement.

Now I lay me
Down to sleep
I pray the lord
My safety keep

I’ll lock the doors
And windows too
No way a robber
Could get through

My home alarm
I’ll surely set
A great big dog
I’ll also get

Never warned
About the night
When terror caused
Their helpless plight

Safe and sound
Upon their beds
Pillows tucked
Beneath their heads

Amongst the screams
They laugh and talk
Inside their rooms
Both men will walk

Throughout the night
In fear and abused
They wouldn't see
Tomorrow's news

The scum of the earth
Who wouldn't reform
Because of this crime
They chose to perform

If I should die
Before I wake
Those who’ve killed
Their lives please take

By, Randee Saber 7/26/07

Great Dane

A horse is a horse
So big and strong
But look at your dog
There's something wrong

You say it's a dog
But how can that be
Because it's so big
It baffles me

A dog that big
Can't sit on your lap
But stays by your side
While you take a nap

A dog that size
How much will it eat
And how does it fit
In a car's back seat

A dog that big
People will fear
Except when you say
It's okay to come near

A dog's that gentle
And looks so regal
Unlike a dachshund
Or a beagle

Some like them big
Some like them small
But we need to provide
A home for them all

But you mind

You don’t mind when it is raining
You don’t think the weather's cold
You don’t care if someone's snoring
You don’t know you're getting old

You don’t care about tomorrow
You don’t think about the past
You don’t mind where you are living
You don’t know the years go fast

You don’t think you need to bathe
You don’t care to be with friends
You don’t mind the car is old
You don’t know to make amends

You don’t think that life's unfair
You don’t care to watch the news
You don’t know that we're at war
You don’t mind the food I choose

You don’t think about your problems
You don’t care about nice clothes
You don’t know to hold a grudge
You don’t mind you step on toes

You don’t care how people look
You don’t think about your day
You don’t know how much I love you
But you mind when I'm away

By, Randee Saber 7/7/07

I hate fashion shows and showers

I hate fashion shows
How immature
Grown up ladies
Wearing haute couture

They’re modeling clothes
Do I really care
What’s in style
And I need to wear

Changing their outfits
While we wait
To see the clothes
That are up-to-date

I hate bridal showers
Another long wait
While the bride opens gifts
For her and her mate

Surrounded by gifts
Will she like mine
I see it’s still standing
Waiting in line

Pots and pans
We all take a look
China and crystal
Will this bride cook

It takes a few hours
A bridal shower
At least we had
Good food to devour

I hate baby showers
There’s no mystery
A boy or a girl
That’s history

Those silly games
They make you play
For entertainment
Or so they say

So many gifts
To open and see
No need to go
On a shopping spree

Adorable outfits
Babies are chic
Dressed in clothes
From a baby boutique

What the heck
I guess they’re okay
What else would I do
To kill a day

By, Randee Saber 9/30/06

Appendages and then some

Your left hand doesn’t know
What the right hand is doing
Is it something important
That’s worth pursuing

I’d give my right arm
To go on a cruise
Where I can relax
And take a snooze

Although you don’t have
A leg to stand on
You may be wrong
But your leg is not gone

That outfit you’re wearing
Cost an arm and a leg
Please buy one for me
And don’t make me beg

You’re all thumbs
Just open the box
It’s something you needed
A few pairs of sox

An eye for an eye
That’s rather extreme
You’re seeking revenge
And being real mean

Stop running your mouth
You have a sharp tongue
These very nice folks
You are among

Heads up, look out
Watch where you’re going
There’s a big rock
Right where you’re mowing


By, Randee Saber 9/20/06