Image: Pixabay
Life got to me —
So did rainy days and Mondays,
That’s why I’m now weaving baskets.
Just for a spell,
Until I can think of a story.
Then, I’ll call myself a story weaver.
Part 1: Imbibe-beery
“Hic!”
Part 2: Over-consumption
“Erp . . .”
Part 3: Eruption
“Unh!”
Image: Pixabay
Hey, hey, gimme a
minute,
Ya hear?
Hit Pause for Santa Claus,
I spend all year
Getting all the toys in gear
Show me some Christmas cheer.
Hear, hear,
Hit Pause for Santa Claus,
Ain’t askin’ you to stop your career,
Wanna make that very clear,
Just show me some Christmas cheer.
Hey, hey, honey chile’
Cantcha chill for a while?
Hit Pause for Santa Claus,
Let go of that hectic lifestyle,
C’mon, toss that office file
Shine on a big ole smile
Is all I ask with no guile.
Hit Pause for Santa Claus
Hey, that ain’t crampin’ your style,
Do somethin’ fun before you go senile;
Smile, smile, long as a mile.
It’s Christmas time in the city,
In the country,
In the valley,
So let’s have a pep rally
For Christmas merry, merry
Hit Pause for Santa Claus
Let’s all be jolly,
Stop and smell the holly.
Hit Pause for Santa Claus
So we can all have a merry, merry
CHRISTMAS
[Note: The original lyrics above were slightly changed in the video to accommodate the limitations of the singer’s vocal range.]
Loaded and ready to go,
Appeared to have a good start,
Then flashed a code E3,
Thus began my woe;
The washer required a $600 part
Plus labor expenses charged hourly.
Instead of wasting my dough,
I took an old go-cart,
Piled in all my dirty laundry,
Like a furious bat,
I raced to the local laundromat,
STAT . . .
I’ll be parked here for a while,
Feeling like I’m in exile,
Until there’s no more unwashed pile.
Image: Pixabay
Inspired by various events
When sh-t happens,
Crap hits the fan;
No ifs, ands, or buts left unsoiled.
Hell breaks loose,
Time is squandered;
Stress levels up the wazoo.
Comfort comes at a premium,
Think Charmin vs. a generic product;
The john the only source of solace.
(1st of a mini-series of taking poetic license)
I made a decision.
Stop with the inquisition.
It just is.
My mind is made,
Nothing more to be weighed.
It just is.
Simply admire the gloss,
And accept that I’m my own boss.
It just is.
There’s no age limit
To getting a mullet.
So get used to it.
Image: Pixabay
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2nd of the mini-series
3rd of the mini-series
4th of the mini-series
5th and last of the mini-series
Your diploma is here,
You’ve reached a milestone,
This is your last school year!
Now time to pay off that Sallie Mae loan . . .
