How To Eat A Mammoth

Challenges and goals are great
Until they overflow your plate
Like drips and crumbs from greasy snacks
And aspirations stain your slacks.
If your time management is poor
You, too, might choose a metaphor
As unsustainable as this’n.
Do yourself a favor, listen:
Choose one entrée, carve it to
Small forkfuls you can safely chew,
And masticate each carefully
Before you swallow. You’ll agree
It aids the taste, and your dessert’s
Accomplishment! (And cleaner shirts.)

Winter’s Wallflower

February’s nearly here,
Minuscule again this year
For, what, that’s like the third year straight
It’s capped its days at twenty-eight?
Lack of confidence? Ennui?
It seems a cry for help to me
To punch out after four short weeks.
Is it sympathy it seeks?
Rarely, February’s fine:
Three times since 2009
It’s teased us with an extra day
Before the moxie drains away
And Febrerito re-emerges.
Whither wend these mini-surges?
February won’t explain
And March, enlioned, won’t complain
About an early cue, and so
It’s likely that we’ll never know
Or understand the reason why.
Face it: February’s shy.