Here's a little humor---Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there
Dads have it tough!
They have to correct their naughty children.
They have go to work and then come home and
work some more.
They have to fix what everyone else breaks.
They need to make an appointment for sex.
They have to wait for everything
wait for their wives to get ready
so they can go out and spend money
they don't have
on food that they already have
in the freezer.
They have to fight traffic-- twice a day-- FIVE DAYS A WEEK.
They have to wait
to have their toe nails trimmed
wait until Xmas for new shirts, ties, underwear and socks.
And wait for Father's Day to hear from their grown-up kids--Maybe!
Yeah--Dads have it tough!
Dads are good for car keys
an extra couple of bucks
and explaining about the birds and the bees.
They are dependable.
They are there when you need them and
if you get into trouble or just
want some support
even though they are usually in the dark
the last one you run to
after all else fails.
Yeah-Dads have it tough!
Dads get better with age
they mellow like an old pair of socks
that you can see through.
They become almost human
thoughtful and caring
they develop a sense of humor
soon after the last child
leaves the nest.
Yeah--Dads have it tough!
Now Grandpas-- they get all the perks
They get to spoil the grandkids
feed them junk food
buy them anything they want
drop them off two hours late
with toilet paper stuck to their shoes
giggling about some off color joke
they weren't supposed to hear.
SHH--remember not to tell your Dad!
Grandpas get all the news about school
and friends while Dad is plugging away
being responsible.
Grandpas know where all the bodies are buried.
Grandpas know how to fix that hole in the drywall
or that dent in the garage door
that your new car accidentally hit
while you were backing up
loaded on a few beers after graduation!
Yeah-- being a Dad is tough-- isn't that right Grandpa?
Friday, June 18, 2010
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
XYZ- XML
My rules for this one were to use XYZ in each sentence!!
Xuzhou: city in eastern China
XL: extra large
XML: a mark-up language that indicates the structural type of data
Zenana: harem
Zoysia: any of a genus of creeping perennial grasses having fine wiry leaves and including some used as lawn grasses.
Xian’s yellow xenon zephyr zooms-in-on Xanadu.
Xanthippe’s xenophobic XY zygote zigzags zip code zeroing-in-on zither.
Xerophyte x-ray yields yucca yelp zinging zinnia.
Zechariah’s XL zenana yields Yiddish zinfandel.
Yankee xylophonist yearns-for yodeling yogi in Zaire.
Xuzhou’s zucchini yardstick yields yawn in Zurich, yowl in Zanzibar.
Yonder xeriscape zooms in on zany yuppie in zoysia yelling for Yorkie.
Xuzhou: city in eastern China
XL: extra large
XML: a mark-up language that indicates the structural type of data
Zenana: harem
Zoysia: any of a genus of creeping perennial grasses having fine wiry leaves and including some used as lawn grasses.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Wayward--W’s-- Rictameter
Rictameter is a scheme similar to Cinquain. Starting your first line with a two syllable word, you then
consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again,
8, 6, 4, 2 Making the final line the same two syllable word you began with.
consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again,
8, 6, 4, 2 Making the final line the same two syllable word you began with.
Water
wheel, well- balanced
weather-beaten, waking
wanton wide-eyed water-lily
watching water-fowl win wistful wall-eye
warding west wind wending wasp-at
wee water-moccasin
wrestling wet, white
water.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Utilizing U’s --Cinquain
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed
as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
Urbane
Ukulele
Unorthodox union
Uttering Uxoriously
Uncle.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Telling T’s, cherita
I have been alliterating through the alphabet--learned alot of new words, and stretched with my friend Merriam Webster, however today with the letter T--I am reverting back to a structured form. Thanks everyone for hanging in there!!
Tongue tackles tact teaches transcendent taste.
Tongue tackles tact teaches transcendent taste.
Truth tweaks trust
trumps temptation.
Trilling To Try
taxes thoughts
trains to thwart triumph.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Savoring S’s
Sacred sage sachet soothes squeamish salamander.
Sarcasm sandwich smears self-righteous sheriff.
Sultry showers shift, splash Suns staunch splendor.
Splendid scene spanks sponsor spooning secretary.
Scavenger scarfs smoked sausage
signaling smiling shutterbug snapping sow.
Space-age spade shovels sovereign shit
spiking Saturn’s silent satellite.
Spotty spores sport sprouts splicing spleen.
Street walker streaks Safeway struts stringy stump
submitting suburbia- to sudden suffering.
Sugar survey summons sweet satisfaction
synapses signal synchronized symphony.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Pasta Poem
Pasta Poem
I’m having PASTA withdrawal, here!
I have a Casarecce condition
an epoch Elbow gripe.
I am a Gemelli guerilla
married to Tommy Tortellini
who happens to be in a numb Noodle narcosis.
I live in petrified Penne poverty.
My revolver is stuck in a Rigatoni riddle
My bullets are ricocheting in a pool of ricotta
swearing in Shell shock.
You are playing with a vile villainess
wandering wired
without any Ziti-- zip
and now you dare tell me
we have no Linguini, no Spaghetti, and no meat for the sauce?
Goodbye!!
I’m having PASTA withdrawal, here!
I have a Casarecce condition
an epoch Elbow gripe.
I am a Gemelli guerilla
married to Tommy Tortellini
who happens to be in a numb Noodle narcosis.
I live in petrified Penne poverty.
My revolver is stuck in a Rigatoni riddle
My bullets are ricocheting in a pool of ricotta
swearing in Shell shock.
You are playing with a vile villainess
wandering wired
without any Ziti-- zip
and now you dare tell me
we have no Linguini, no Spaghetti, and no meat for the sauce?
Goodbye!!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Radiant R’s
Radiant R’s
Rabbit racism raises rabid rationale.
Raspberry ravine reaps red recognition.
Recluse recalls recent recital, redacting red herring.
Rose-bush refreshes remote refuge
Rigorous rhododendron receives rave reviews.
Registrar reiterates regrettable regulation resurrecting relic.
Relativity restates relevancy reforming redundancy.
Relax rectum remarks retarded reptile repulsing rhesus-monkey.
Resounding respect resolves resident recidivism.
Resilient response restrains retort rethinking retribution.
Revolutionary Road’s rough rotogravure receives rich rating.
Ribald riddle roams riposte route rippling rote rumor.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Q- Qualifiers
Q- Qualifiers
Quick-witted quack quizzes quintuplet quoting Queen.
Queer quatrain quenches querulous quarter master.
Quilting quiets Quaker questioning quick-step quadrille quandary.
Quesadilla quintessence quiets query quizzing quotidian quotient.
Quixotic quest quashes quetzal quagmire.
Québec’s quarters quadruple queue, quickening quid pro quo.
Quinoa quick bread quarantines quickie quean.
Quick sand quells quince quietly.
Quasar quark quantizes quantum theory quantifying quantum mechanics.
Quaint quadruped quiets quavering quail quenching quahog.
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