Act 1: Do a Coup
“Oorah!”

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Act 2: Oust the Cuckoo
“Ahh!”

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Act 3: Blue Skies
“Yay!”

Image: Pixabay
Act 1: Do a Coup
“Oorah!”

Image: Pixabay
Act 2: Oust the Cuckoo
“Ahh!”

Image: Pixabay
Act 3: Blue Skies
“Yay!”

Image: Pixabay
He watches her moves;
He stands his ground and just stares.
A peeping tomcat.

Image by Cabana Boy Q

Due to current events
Regarding tyrannous actions
From those of Putin,
One can wish he meets the same fate as Rasputin,
With the help of an assassin;
Makes for a good plot for a spin
That becomes a bestselling nonfiction.
Couldn’t help for this piece to take a sinister turn;
Too much blood has been shed in Ukraine as it burns.
History ignored once again.
They came from nowhere but are seen everywhere. Those who’ve sighted them say they go somewhere. At first, they wore cotton masks. Eventually, they turned to disposable surgical masks. Several months later, they were spotted wearing N95 masks. Today, they are wearing oxygen masks just to breathe. What comes next?

Adapted from Cabana Boy Q’s 2021 X-mas Song
Tasked
To be masked
And get vaxxed.
Patience tested,
Feeling stressed
To avoid areas congested.
What a pain,
But a shame
To complain.
For this one day
Best to pray
With only good things to say.
The end of year
Is near,
So with a big cheer –
Merry Christmas to all,
Have a grand ball!

Adapted from a song of the same title written by Cabana Boy Q as a tribute to our dear nephew, who passed too soon at age 23.
Good-bye, my son,
Farewell, my child;
We parted ways too soon.
You graced your way into our lives,
Reveled and rebelled and rumbled,
At once gloriously, odiously, and tremendously.
Together our families gathered annually,
During the Christmas holidays mostly.
But there were family reunions occasionally.
Ciao, my son,
Adios, my child,
So many ways to say adieu.
The void is still unreal, surreal,
Unwanted legacy of lingering longing
For the sound and sight of your liveliness.
Too many losses in such a short span;
This is one story that can’t be spun
To end with you still being around.
Good night, my son,
Peace out, my child;
I’m left with a blistered heart.

Gift from Dillon who crafted it when he was in grade school

Lovin’ doin’ nothin’,
Just workin’ on sayin’ “Boo”
While chillin’ with Bone Head,
Waitin’ to go trick or treatin’
With our skeleton crew.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN

“She said she’d be right back.”

Dinner on the cheap,
Wieners, pinto, kidney beans,
Add barbecue sauce.
Nothing fancy here,
Just basic down home cooking,
In a crockpot too.
Sometimes life is good,
When you don’t overthink food,
Just feel gratitude.
Prime real estate,
Low traffic site,
Ideal for a retreat.
A mid-day respite
In a fine carpeted lot,
Around the corner to the right.
Curled up tight,
Looking like a fur-weaved mat,
Lays Antoine, the tuxedo cat.

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