Silly Stuff and Comments
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“Silly Stuff and Comments”
Comments added on a weekly basis. There are a total of 71 items in this folder; newest at the bottom.
Comment at patriotic cowgirl.
Holy Crackers!! Batman!!
Is this what I think it is?
What’s that, Robin?
A Bat signal!
No, it is a Horse signal.
A Horse signal Batman? Holy latex tights! Is it a new dastardly henchman of the Joker? POW!!, THUD!! Or maybe the Penguin, ZAP!! CRUNCH!! Should I fire up the Batmobile(4×4 Biodiesel of course).
No Robin, this a signal from a deep-under-the-covers secret agent.
Hey, cool, what’s his name.
HER, codename is C.C., Robin.
Oh, well then what is she doing singing in church?
I don’t know Robin. It could be she has been brainwashed, or…..
Yes Batman!
Or she could be being recruited by the forces of good.
So, she is on the our side.
Oh yes Robin, C.C. is most definitely on the side of good clean fun.
So Batman, she sends up a distress call because she is being recruited but she hasn’t decided yet?
That’s correct Robin.
I’m confused.
That’s why Robin, you will always be a sidekick.
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Blog nexus:
From: hummingbunny astroid
To:planet cowgirl
Happy Birthday!
Congratulations on your victory,
orbit has decayed more quickly,
before completely out of range,
have found your blog passing strange,
figured out what horses for,
though Saturday’s post made us…curiousor?
still confused about the shots,
are they used to get in…
sssssssssss.
message ends in static.
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I tried hugs,
offered drugs,
cut a rug?
coffee mug!
ya’ big lug,
more bugs!
get a pug,
holes are dug.
Barngoddess
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poemed at pixie lair.
love is crazy
love is bold
love is hazy
love never grows old
love is right
love is fragile
love is light
love takes awhile.
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I lift my eyes beyond the stars,
another soul returning home,
he leaves behind loving ones,
who shed their tears in grief,
a life well lived but too short,
time is fleeting for those who care.
Pixie Lair
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poemed at waking ambrose
When I’m poor
I want more.
When I’m rich
I have a twitch.
I buy a drink
time to think.
All the honey’s
want my money.
Poor and drunk
or rich in a funk.
Money is good
to have in the hood.
Being poor
is such a bore.
My posse is bold
dey all want gold.
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Yo, Yo.
Dis is da poet
and I’ve got da mic
I hope ya like
cause we gots all night.
tired of crap
floating round
so many peeps
are dragin me down
don’t cramp my style
I am da bomb
hold on tight
might take awhile
so clap your hands
and close your eyes
this here’s
my big surprise
not my thing
dis rapping gig
makes me look
like an IDIOT!
*disclaimer, the poet memtioned in the above rant, does not resemble, relate, nor in any way represent the idiot know as hummingbunny*
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Some comments at Doug’s place aka Waking Ambrose.
I was going to write a saga,
that would make you all go gaga,
I thought as I wrote,
with my heart in my throat,
that you all could use some drama.
It does seems to be my chore,
that poetry be no longer a bore,
for the longer I write,
though it seems only a fortnight,
that a poet is now my karma.
All my blogger friends will tell you,
that my work may make you blue,
but I write what I feel,
though sometimes you squeal,
just be thankful that I’m not Osama.
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I trust in my muse,
but she is confused,
talking of bumps,
or was it the humps,
it seems Gnat’s Trumpet,
has brought out the strumpets,
or were we conversing about fans?
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For Minka,
The Nordic hero sailed the sea,
in Greenland was settled to be free,
built houses of stone,
their cattle did roam,
until the ice returned,
grass could not burn,
so they all got up and moved to New Jersey.
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“Harriet Harry stumbles home drunk from the bar where he drowned all his cares.
Can’t find the lock.
Falls to the ground,wondering how he will sleep on the pavement outside.
Why is she mad.”
“All the harried people
How do they get things done
All the married people
Can she forgive this time.”
Waking Ambrose
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eyes like water
pond scum covered
deep in depths
where monsters dwell
Pee-money
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So much work
so little time
to fit it in
I’ve lost my mind!
Fame is fleeting
so is told
can’t stop blogging
I must go!
Pia
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I am inclined to let you repost posted poems that have been prior posts posted on my posts. If however, new is good, and old is bad, then I am inclined to write more new than old. Stop in to view the merchandise, you just may be surprised, as nearly every post has a poem or two, it will not help to avoid the view.
Alison Poets
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I fume, a slow boil,over smoldering embers, a righteous blaze that flares into an inferno. I fume, a heated gaze, a glare, a stare that is rude yet oh so necessary.
I fume, gagging and choking on the stench of corruption most vile.
I fume, reading of abuses, of hurts, of pain.
Sar Brawls
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Hello my name is Dwayne,
I have a clot in my brain,
I imitate Elvis,
by swinging my pelvis,
but somehow I am always thirsty.
The reason does show,
for I have a camel toe,
it gives the girls chills,
I admit to a thrill,
but I always go home by myself.
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Baby, I cry
when I see those thighs,
that flesh,
when it ripples,
will make me tipple
This was a winner.
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Both above caption contest at Shayna’s
I racked my brains all weekend,
My Muse didn’t want to play,
She caused my hair to rend,
so here’s an effort anyway.
A cross over my heart,
I hope you don’t die,
my speedo is tight,
that’s not a lie,
I’m a man’s man you see,
hairy chest and all,
the chicks dig me,
since I’m so tall.
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At least the her shirt matches the color of the car. Very trendy.
There once was a girl called Marge,
whose cleavage was so very large,
she drove in her car,
but didn’t get very far,
cause she couldn’t see over the wheel.
Now her breasts they were real,
and had a certain appeal,
but they got in the way,
you know what they say,
bet she’s a pretty good lay.
The blonde hair was a sign,
that when she stood in a line,
a crowd would then gather,
though the wives would rather,
chip in for some surgery.
another caption contest at Shayna’s
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To GQ in honor of Minka’s
Bloggerarsary,
nobly,
capably,
decisivly,
has hijacked….
I mean moderated so
resourcefully,
a limerick.
there once was a girl,
called GQ,
from Pia and Doug,
took her cue,
she started a blog,
her issues did flog,
now all of us,
are in her purview.
Waking Ambrose
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Just for you Sgt Lori, cause it sounds like you need a pick me up.
No habla?
I do you know
Ya I’m a women
doesn’t me
I’m not smart
One of these days
when least expected
I’ll tell you why
maybe during
inspection.
Keep up the work, you are doing great.
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Twice I have asked for inspiration,
Twice I have come up dry,
Twice I have posted in exasperation,
Twice blogger has made me cry,
Twice I have wondered why I am here,
Twice I have written this over again,
Twice I have seen that the reasons are clear,
Twice more have posted to my chagrin.
Waking Ambrose comments
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Rock-a-bye baby,
in the lazy-boy,
if you watch,
too much tv,
a boulder will fall,
so share that remote,
or your wife,
will be cross,
and down on your head,
a rock,
will be tossed.
Sar Brawls!
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Desiccate,
procreate,
devastate,
Bill Gates,
am I late,
always prate,
in a crate,
arrow straight,
bald pate,
kiss me Kate,
never hate,
heavy weight,
such a fate.
Waking Ambrose
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Well Karma, since you talk so refined and asked so nicely,
There once was a girl from Mumbai,
who talked but never lied,
was soon going to Bangkok,
so was shopping for a new frock,
a beautiful sight for sore eyes.
Waking Ambrose
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“Yo!”
on the phone
in monochrome
two-tone
in the zone
a shark’s loan
is that a moan?
Sar Brawls
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A hermit by any other name,
called a dawg still the same,
trolling the entire page,
looking for the furry sage,
his advice has been shuffled,
and the fur has been ruffled,
seeking truth and lofty advice,
can sometimes pay a heavy price,
so henceforth stay on topic,
or results will be catastrophic.
Waking Ambrose
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“Catnip”
catnip oh how I love thee
you make me feel so so nice
I roll around so delightfully
so much better than mice.
when I spy that ball
and smell that wonderous drug
my legs collapse down I fall
a quivering mess upon the rug.
I writhe I purr
my eyes are crossed
this affliction has no cure
for without my nip I’m lost!
Meow!
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Hairy Larry and merry Mary,
met while picking berries,
Hairy Larry went to carry,
but merry Mary was wary,
I can carry my berry to the ferry,
with you along will want to tarry,
and I must return to the dairy.
Bad verse,
very,
would be worse,
if Larry,
and Mary,
were to marry!
Larry and Mary Fairy.
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“Degrees of Separation”
hermit crab
crab cake
cake soap
soap bubble
bubble gum
gum shoe
shoe leather
leather sole
sole fish
fish fry
fry pan
pan down
down under
under water
water main
main street
street wise
wise sage
sage brush
brush dog
dog bone
bone break
break fast
fast food The last four lines courtesy of Puppytoes.
food fight
fight night
night y’all!
Waking Ambrose
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Some disenchanted evening,
when blind date goes bad.
Too many drinks consumed,
wake to find not alone.
burning smell of toast,
staying for breakfast?
WA
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amoebame amoebayou,
da’ penguin and a dawg or two,
a rhyming bunny,
a trollopy hunny,
a central snark,
your inner bark!
a rout in the park,
sounds like a lark,
look a hermit crab!
the soft green grass,
a sexy lass,
oops did I blab,
woof, woof she speaks,
shyly I peak,
soft fur to grab.
can I buy you a drink,
no pockets I think,
don’t worry I have a tab.
my bunny is gone,
shadows grow long,
soon home to my wife.
drink will have to wait,
but tomorrow a date,
ah romping is the life.
hopping is fun,
dogs make me run,
this park has no strife.
Central Snark
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Slipped under the door,
if you want I have more,
gifts cards I’ve brought,
from a fence I bought,
found in snark park,
called Bunny the shark.
QG and snark park
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knock,knock
who’s there?
the Universe
the Universe who?
the uni-verse “I’m happy” sung over and over again.
At Pixie’s Lair
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There once was a fine looking lass,
who had a very round ass,
she bent over one day,
hairy crack on display,
turns out her name,
was Larry.
Jenna
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Long legs up to here
high kicking made clear
that equipment down below
blushing cheeks did glow
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Now about that wand, being a card carrying member of the *magic* wand brigade, I have a few suggestions.
“Never bend the wand” if works best if kept oiled in a clean dark place.
“Wands are unidirectional” they only point one way.
“Wands have dowsing abilities” invariably sniffing out the closest moisture.
“The best wands can remain firm yet supple” at least an hour to provide the maximum sparkage
“Exploding wands are desirable” just make sure that the open end is pointed correctly.
*Rattles* Hmn, I must confess my wand has never rattled. I am thinking a few extra accessories have been added to the *wand*. You know, bells and whistles. Some wands need extra flash in order to work. *shakes head* poor wands. I would suggest then stripping…and polishing said wand. If that doesn’t work, then a new wand must be purchased. You can find quality wands at the beach, the rodeo, perhaps even a local hardware store.
Jenna
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Speaking of borders. My dear girl, why are you still up? Do you ever sleep?
Would you like a lullaby?
Rock aby GG
In her bed
dreams of oceans
in her head
soon she will sleep
and dream of umbrellas
perhaps she’ll wake
to find a good fella.
For GG
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Pieces of a dream
fluttering like
blossoms
random swirl
shower of wishes
falling, falling
fruit
that never ripened
For GG
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*taps baton*
“A Sycophant in C Major”
is it bigger than a house
does it squeak like a mouse
conflagrations to douse
perhaps a political louse
commentators do grouse
beware of the spouse
though better than a souse
it’s still a sycophant
that causes the rant
with a partisan slant
and a hysterical cant
Republicans rule
Democrats drool
Nah nah
Waking Ambrose
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Heigh ho, heigh ho
in Columbia does coffee grow
they ship it here
and grind it up
then sell it
at prices dear
Heigh ho, heigh ho
at least it’s not snow
for if it was
a bigger buzz
my blogger friends
would have.
Waking Ambrose
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one if by land
two more if by sea
three by the hand
four more for thee
weekend post to create
our viewing pleasure
do not procrastinate
or a spanking to treasure.
I done brought it baby. :p
Dabich
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The Freshman 15. Although a recent article pointed out it is actually 5-10 pounds gained. But since Benjamin now means $100 rather than the 5 and Dime stores, we will stick with 15.
Packing on the pounds
your freshman year
when walking the grounds
one tends to veer
that siren sound
brings you to tears
cafeteria food abounds
eating is a fine career.
WA again!
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Morning Pixie,
As usual you hit one out of the park.
Pixie settles in at the plate. This is an important at bat for her, she’s been in a bit of a slump lately.
The pitcher gets the sign, Universe rears back, here’s the pitch.
STRIKE!!! My what a fastball! Pixie never caught up to that one. She looks a little shaken out there. Calls time.
Universe back on the rubber, looks in for the sign. Sets, delivers again.
Pixie swings hard, CRACK!!! Oh my!! Universe looks up, that ball is very high and deep!!! It could be, YES!! It’s out of here!!! Home Run for Pixie!! She rounds the bases, grinning ear to ear, what a relief this must be. She rounds third base *wink* headed for home, she’s getting close….WHAT!! She just looked at Universe and gave it the finger!!!
Both benches are clearing!! Oh what a rumble we have tonight at the ole ballpark.
Love, love ,love.
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The references to past personages in relation to pre-computer generations has a direct corelation to the total number of said personages recognized by persons of a certain age without prompting to search for references. Thus, the conclusion can be drawn that the per-computer gernerations, were in fact mesmerized by television, and chose lifestyle choices based on personages who became famous through exploits on the television. Advertising bought into this lifestyle by portraying an alternative to the darb and dreary life lead by the average viewer if said viewers would only purchase the latest and greatest life changing doohicky, endorsed by the latest and greatest hero/heroine of the moment.
Today’s generation of course has been ruined anew by advertising portraying that the past generations were slackers and ruined the world due to excessive consumption, thus the urgent need to consume what’s left before it is too late.
Oh, and look pretty while doing said consumption.
Perhaps OC, the real world, Exhibit A, has in fact been subhumed under the avalance of primary colors, Exhibit B. When entire societies have changed the behavioral patterns of countless generations based solely on the prevalence of media saturation, Exhibit C, the colors available to those in less technological areas are reduced to washed out grays.
Thus advertising, Exhibit D, brings those colors back to life, replacing the real world in favor of a world that is livable.
Sar Brawls
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“Burnout”
Twitching nose vacant stare
pulsing light computer glare
try to think will they care
no new posts pull my hair
perhaps go hopping bare
that’s a believable dare
after all it’s only fair
Feline and Bunny are a pair.
WA
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Muffins are fine
they taste devine
toasted with butter
makes me mutter
more muffins please
perhaps with cheese
no must have berries
but nuts are scary
muffins are fine
good thing this ryhmes
Tali
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“Freckles”
mysterious creatures
these freckles I see
spotted and dotted
they live on my face
pack up and move in
make themselves at home
I wonder how long
they’ll be here this time.
Ree
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“Others”
the other beside me
doesn’t see
the me inside
that has my pride
Solace Cai
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The saying bout the akurn means that even Billy Bob and Jamie Sue can get lucky sumptimes. Da only thang is, thems havin’ youngins is a mite like a coon dawg wit fleas.
Dat itch is mighty fine to scratch, but dem critters be sucking ya dry
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I gambol therefore I walk
a ramble in the park
is a preamble to a talk
a gamble hear penguin bark.
Translation:
1. My fingers walk from blog to blog as I sightsee.
2. Thus a walk in the park compared to real work.
3. Reading before commenting is always wise.
4. Otherwise the flipper shall beat you down.
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Ripples in a pond
stories shared
hope is given
love is gained.
Swampwitch
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The old man walked every day past the bridge.
An earthquake in 1741.
Crazy old man!
Contractor fraud in the concrete.
You belong in a nursing home!
Trucks are overweight.
Get off the streets!
The steel beams are rotten.
Turner overpass collapses killing four!
shoddy materials suspected!
The old man smiled,
I know my trivia.
Story at WA
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“Bribe”
Oh how thine eyes
look deep into the sea
my love of thee
has no end in sight
for thou I do my all
I will catch fish
for my lovely penguin
and feed her with care.
WA
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He stood high above the madding crowds, waving genialy. All the backbiting of the campaign was at last over. The advertising, the bribes all had come to this pass. He was now the supreme ruler, thanks the ballot stuffing and intimidation. Today, at this moment, he could afford the benevolence; afterall, was not the Logo of his party, the outstretched hands? Life was good.
WA
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The moral of this story is to never let a good time get in the way of progress.
There once was this meadow you see, where all sorts of genteel critters hung out. They had, quite frankly, nothing better to do than to bug and pester the guardian of said meadow. He was a fearsome beast, with glowing eyes and a short temper. His caustic wit scorched many a genius who had the audacity to romp in his territory. He was quick as a grasshopper , although some would say locust, but never in his hearing. All was well in this meadow, until one day, a dreaded blight appeared and ravaged this peaceful land. The name of this blight you ask? The beta blog…soon to progress to your neighborhood. It is foretold.
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This poem is sung to the tune of,
“Whe Johnny came marching home”
When Ambrose went off to vote today,
harangue,harangue,
When Ambrose went off to vote today,
harangue,harangue,
In the winter of two thousand and six,
We went to the polls to vote today,
And we all,
Checked the ballot,
And closed our eyes.
When Ambrose gave his victory speech,
harangue, harangue,
When Ambrose gave his victory speech,
harangue, harangue,
He promised us much,
And thanked us for,
Returning to office,
For many years more,
And we all cheered hard,
When Ambrose went back to work.
When Ambrose was caught breaking the law,
harangue, harangue,
When Ambrose was caught breaking the law,
harangue, harangue,
He told us he’s sorry,
Won’t happen again,
The money was there,
That’s hardly a sin,
So we all forgave and voted him back in.
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“The Moon”
Watching, unblinking eye that closes and opens in an endless cycle.
Watching, shines light into dark corners where things live.
Watching, little ones tucked in their beds safe for now.
Watching, emotions that spill free in the night, truths buried.
Lynn
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There is but one answer.
To this age old question.
A man must ponder deeply.
Before uttering these fateful words.
My darling you look smashing.
In pearls and nothing else.
Ann
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“The Rookie”
What is up with this guy called Al?
He shows up one day and takes over!
I suppose that’s ok, new blood and all.
But really, respect the elders that wander here.
Walkers and canes, and bed pans galore.
These new fangled ideas are not for us.
So take your fancy schmancy avatar back to the shop.
When a rookie shows us all up that’s just too much.
Welcome Al, I hope your stay in the majors is a long and fruitful one.
Waking Ambrose
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The frothing surf hissed against the rocky shoreline. The white foam glimmered faintly as the new moon slipped in and out from hiding amongst the torn clouds. On the surface of the choppy water there could be heard the grunting and straining of beasts. Shall we join our heros?
“Who’s stupid idea was this”,grunted the bunny pulling a muffled oar.
“Shut up and row, you mangy cottontail” retorted the Boss.
“Fine! But I still say that it’s not worth it.”
“Do you have any idea how much a troglodyte sells for on E-bay?” explained the Boss.
“Look. You just want to avoid paying the tariff .” said the Bunny. “I heard that customs has a new team patrolling the shoreline here.”
“Who cares! Now put us ashore.”
The boat tossed and heaved over the shorebreak and was flung onto the beach. The Boss and the Bunny hopped out and headed inland leaving a trail of wet footprints behind. Their inattention to detail would prove costly, as the rookie and his partner the Dawg would take advantage of their forgetfulness to collar our heros.
So today’s word is Stubborn : When sneaking out for the latest bauble, remember where you left the rowboat.
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Cue the soundtrack.
Lots of violins in background.
GG: It’s not fair.
Giovanni: what’s not fair darling.
GG: you have brought me such pleasure.
Giovanni: I know, that is my role in life.
GG: but that’s my point, you can never be more for me.
Giovanni: oh GG, don’t you know that it is what is meant to be?
GG: what do you mean?
Giovanni: I am the best part of a man without all the drama.
GG: oh Giovanni, you are so right, I will never let you go.
Music builds and reaches a crescendo as the curtain is drawn on our heros.
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How about a rap song this morning?
Very cool Ree
Nice to meet
the family.
back in
1884
a man came here
for something more.
He found a home
and space to roam
a friend to all
they had a ball.
met a girl
with a lovely curl
married soon
shot for the moon.
to be
a pioneer
it’s perfectly clear
that Ree’s the man
err..the wo-man.
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I have over 25 years in retail/sales and I still believe!!
Let me hear you brothers and sisters!!!
Open your wallets and your heart will follow!!!
Pay no attention to that star in the heavens!!!
This is the truth!!!
You shall be saved!!!
Only 10 easy payments of $99.99!!!
All credit cards accepted!!
Call now!!!
Have a Merry Christmas funny man. Bice
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Gather round children and hear this story of woe and me.
Once upon a time there was a nation of elves. They were very happy in their caves and spent many hours happily insulting one another by drawing on the walls. Then it happened one day that the head elf, Insanity Clause, announced to everyone’s great distress , that the workshop, at which the entire nation was employed ; was being outsourced.
Insanity Clause read the proclamation which stated that due to rising labor costs, henceforth all toys would be made by trained seals in Arctic sweat lodges.
“He’s demented !!” shouted many shrill voices.
“We are not puppets ” said the leader of the union, Mo’a Troll. “We refuse to let our domestic production be taken away from us.”
But alas children, despite all their protests, the workshop was razed and turned into vacation condos for the trained seals. For the seals had discovered, that if they in turn moved production elsewhere, their status as debtors would change to filthy rich.
The moral of this story is, prosperity is an illusion caused by the flickering firelight on the cave walls of our ancestors.
Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah everyone. (((hugs)))
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Good evening to all of you out there in television land and welcome to the exciting bowl game tonight. It should a game where at least one of the teams gives 110%, isn’t that right Dewy?
That is correct Brian, this is the first ever bowl game, and due to declining enrollment, this may very well be the last such game for Malthusian University.
So what should we all expect from this epic clash tonight Dewy? Certainly the players should not be suffering from any meekness?
I should say not Brian. In fact, the combatants that I have been allowed to ogle, I mean interview, all seem to be OCD-ish, chomping at the bit over and over again; so to speak.
Thank you Dewy. So this rumble tonight is in fact, a monument to perseverance and the American way of life! Of course, gobs of cash always helps. But who cares! This is about good, clean family fun. Speaking of families, how is the opposition doing tonight?
Well Brian, I have to say that despite still being in diapers, the athletic prodigies at Minor College are doing quite well and can’t wait to get the game over with so they can all sign their bootie contracts and turn pro.
Have a great New Year’s weekend and be safe.
Brian and Sassy Dewy
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On the high plains,
of Oklahoma,
stood a giant.
No, no, she was a
princess,
a shining beacon
to all the
huddles masses.
Pictures she took,
of a life both
broad and fraught
with perils.
Of nuts and colts
Of belches and tingles
Her words
so fragrant and sweet
bring comfort
to many
and laughs to a few.
Alas, we cry,
we have seen the best
what now?
Shall we make haste?
A pilgrimage, a trek
worthy of her
noble ancestors.
All shall flock
to her side,
to rope, to brand
to learn at her feet
teach us, oh great one,
how to survive,
in these
times of peril.
Let us all vote now
for Ree,
The Pioneer Woman
and damn proud.
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They say though that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I behold, from this poem, that if, if you did indeed stride forth from the shower, covered in bubbles, suds that cover yet reveal; then perhaps those that see what is displayed would indeed understand, in a flash of brilliant thought, that here, here in the street, glistening in the sun, here at last is what all seek, and seldom find: here is beauty.
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Ree’s life home schooling
has all the mommy’s drooling
with her girls out driving
and her little punks conniving
it seems too good to be true.
But always home schooling
who does she think she’s fooling
a couple of years in this grater
there’s the bus see y’all later
MM likes me in only ultraseude blue.
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There once was a rock named Stan
When he saw bunnies, he ran
One day he was cold
A knitter so bold
He’s warm now thanks to Jan.
Chocolate and Raspberries. 
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Deep in the swamps of Swampyland, where men are very, very handy, and the women are bewitching.
Our scene opens when a large round donut looking thing lands with a large splash in the fetid and oozing swamp. Come with us now to see what happens next.
“Take me to your leader.”
“Excuse me?
“Take me to your leader. We have a message to sing.”
“Leigh Ann? These three orange/white/gray space looking alien beings want to sing to you.”
“Can I help you?
“Are you the leader?”
“Yes, I do wear the pants around here.”
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to…..”
“Hold up, hold up. It’s not my birthday.”
“It is not your birthday?”
“No”
“But you are the leader?”
“Yes, but it’s David’s birthday, not mine.”
“Who is David?”
“He’s my soon to be husband; that is, if he stops drinking so much sake.”
“Sake? What is sake?”
“A Japanese rice wine. In a box.”
“Take us to David.”
“Honey bear? These three friendly orange things are going to sing to you. Do you think your poor achy waky head will be all right?”
“Grunt”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Happy birthday to you… happy birthday, dear David… happy birthday to you.”
“Snores…zzzzzzzzzz.”
Thus concludes the riveting tale of David’s harrowing trial by fire. Love is a beautiful thing.
Winning entry at Swampwitch
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She is everyone,
everywhere,
In the streets
In the sky
She is no one,
nowhere,
In my heart
In my blood.
At Paisley’s
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“High Prairie Passion”
Distant storm clouds unleashed rumbles of thunder that swayed the long prairie grasses in rolling burnt waves. Reminders of a life left far behind; green fairways and tanned flesh. Instead, at her dainty feet the last of the fall wildflowers stubbornly caressed her slender ankles. Her senses tingled. Her breath now rapid, her pulse now fevered. Ree’s trim and tight figure trembled as the rumble drew slowly nearer.
Piercing the gray sky, a mote shone brightly. Highlighting, marking, claiming her soul. A dust trail. A lone rider. He had returned to take what was his. She was ready.
Ree
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cold mist flared over bare shoulder
her soft bottom felt his rigid intent
silky pelt enveloped with musky heat
snowflakes still fell indifferent
Paul
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