Tag Archives: True Story

Yes, I Owned A Walkman. Why Do You Ask?

Let me walk you through a moment

Of what I call “being me.”

Instead of streaming music

And paying a monthly fee

I plugged in my computer

From around 2008,

Pressed power on at 6:15

And it booted up by 8:00,

Loaded up my iTunes

From before it was an app

Then uploaded some files

That will make my right foot tap,

Plugged in my phone and synced it

For an hour and a half

Then enjoyed my music free of charge

With a joyful millennial laugh.

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Who Needs A Kid When You Have…

Big fat ginger cat

Satan in a fluffy ball

He deserves more food

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Where Mein Readers Aht?

As a blogger, it’s satisfying

When I get a notification

That says a lot of people are viewing my site

And I check on the location

And see three-hundred thirty-seven

Views from Germany

And I know that for some reason

The spambots have chosen me.

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Tourism

I saw a commercial on TV

For the state of Illinois.

Apparently, they have a restaurant

And a museum too. Oh boy!

I’m packing my bags and dreaming

Of my grand midwest escape

Where the humidity is thick

And so is the red tape!

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True Story (Unfortunately)

Tonight, when playing pickleball

I did a little dance

While trying to smack that fickle ball

And oops! I ripped my pants!

I learned to play more cautiously.

Also, for what it’s worth

I’ve secured my reputation

As the whitest man on Earth.

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Evening Cuddles

Fat cat on my lap goes splat

And I pat his fat and that is that.

I rub and rub all ‘round his roundness

Until I question my mental soundness.

I sploop his leg and bwork his boop

And give his little gleeb a ploop

And then he bites and runs away

And thus I end another day.

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Je ne peux pas me marier parce qu’il y a un dinosaure dans l’église

Duolingo says I’m wrong

When I type “La buste” instead of “Le buste”

But it also told me it couldn’t get married because there was a dinosaur in the church

So I’m not really sure who to trust.

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Before and After

Hot tub in the snow

Warm and cozy, loving life

Whatcha mean, “Get out”?

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I Wrote The First Line… But I Ain’t No Quitter

There once was a form called the FAFSA

Which asked for my tax info. Laughs, ya?

Then my wife had to say

That yes, I did pay,

All to get zero money. That’s a gaffe-sa!

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So, SO Ber

I am the guy who doesn’t drink

But you would never know.

I order fancy cocktails like

A coke and H2O,

A margarita with just the rocks,

A daiquiri sans gin,

A Moscow Mule without the lime

And hold the liquid sin.

These lines and others have done me right

And now I’m proud to be

Watching some Youtube on Friday night

Just I, Myself, and Me!

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