THE SUN GETS US OUT

Glorious sun warms my arthritic soul,

Let us celebrate with a full salad bowl,

Or, do a picnic when we eat,

Reserve sunshine for our treat,

Yes, the sun will get us out of this hole.

THE THRILL OF THE GRILL

I fired up my old rusty gas grill,

Thought for the holiday I'd cook up a thrill,

I cooked burgers and wieners,

For my juveniles and seniors,

And my grilling made everyone ill.