You may not think it’s fine
To live life as a mulcher
At a vineyard, but don’t whine
Just ’cause you’re part of grape culture.
Tag Archives: Postaday
A Poem For Those Of Us Who Can’t Fit The Big Picture In Our Tiny Apartments
Every three seconds
An orphan is made,
A war is begun,
Someone doesn’t get laid,
Someone dies of starvation,
A champion strikes out,
Yet whether or not I want pizza’s
All I’m thinking about.
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Employment Is Overrated
It’s late
And I’m tired.
That’s what happens
When you get hired.
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Happy 3.6630137th Anniversary! (Give or Take)
Yesterday I got a badge
From my blog on WordPress here
That said “you’ve made 1,337 posts.”
Of that I’m glad to hear.
I wonder about the programmer
Who came up with that badge though.
Why 1,337 is so important…
Will we ever really know?
Sure, there is 1,000.
There is 2,000 too.
1,500, 999, or even 2,002.
But 1,337
Was the number this guy chose.
Well, thanks for sticking with me
And sharing moments just like those!
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…And That Proves My Toughness (Or Something)
My Uncle was a pussy.
My Grandpa was a wimp.
My Father was a chicken
And my Brother is a shrimp.
My Cousins are all cowards
And my Nephews are namby-pamby
Just ’cause I’m the guy
Who shot the mom of Bambi.
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But What Does Salt Smell Like Anyway?
I danced a sappy sort of waltz-
The type that’s rife with lots of schmaltz.
The I passed out, demonstrating my faults.
That’s why I’m grateful for smellingsalts.
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Chicken Couplets (Guest Poem from S-BC”CAG”BPCTWMYB[P])
By Katy:
Chickens are so much maligned,
But if you look I think you’ll find
That if a chicken lays an egg or two,
That’s much more work than me or you.
When you die it’s with a selfish craze,
But a chicken gives back with a ginger glaze!
And so to chickens you should be kind,
For they seem most helpful to my small mind.
Thanks Katy!
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What’s Wwong With This Stowy?
I’ve been a priest for many years
With all that such entails.
I’ve heard the common people cry
And comforted their wails.
But when a man with a speech disorder came
To church my life got dire
For until then I’d never been
Preaching to the cwier.
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Saturday, March the Whateverth
You ever have
Those lazy days
Where you do nothing
In all sorts of ways?
You listen to comedy,
Read some books,
Watch youtube clips
Of stupid crooks,
Eat canned meat
And drink whole milk
And critique the jazz
Of Acker Bilk?
‘Til 5:00 PM
You stay in bed?
Me neither. What an imagination
In my head. 🙂
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The Daily Travesty 