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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Food For Thought - Two Morsels

Morsel One "Generalizations by nature are false!" he concluded. His critics said, "No, the man's surely deluded; Think a minute or two, How could that be true If his OWN generalization's included?" Morsel Two "All things in moderation!" The stoic takes to task. "Even moderation?" doth the skeptic... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 22, 2010

The Northeast Corner of My Screen

Oh, blinking, dancing paper clip! You blight upon my screen! You are a pain, Oh prompt inane! The target of my spleen! Unless you catch me in a gaffe, You merely doze or stare; But if I make the slightest slip, You just go nuts, I swear! You tear around, wave in my face, You tap upon the glass, You... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Keystruck!

Strike the keys? You bet I will! I'm well and truly vexed! Gone! Kaput! Wiped out! Gone south! I lost a page of text! Elbow, hand or arm or finger Somehow brushed the keys; Retribution followed swiftly! It's all gone, but jeez!- Last time it happened, I RESOLVED To keystroke by the book: Back erect,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Memo to a Grief Counselor

Self-pity is like junk food: There are moments when you need it. It doesn't hurt from time to time To just give in and feed it. You are your own best friend, I hope - By all means, you can try it. The problem comes when you mistake It for a steady diet. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Addictive Behaviour

I sat for hours searching for solutions panacean, Consulted dictionaries strange, like "Conversational Crimean". Ah, well. Just face the fact, invention's dry. No matter how you jog it: Turn it, twist it as you will, there's no good rhyme for BLOGIT. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Voice 3 - Their Psychiatrist

The therapist had listened with the patience of the saints, But now he raised his hands to still their mutual complaints: "Now that's enough! Just knock it off! Don't wanna hear no more! Here's my prescription: Both of you just gotta get out more!" Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

.. Voice Two - a caustic response to the exuberant excesses of Voice One ..

Deluded fool! You really think she whispers just to you? All drivers mount her in their cars! To them she murmurs, too! She never finds a permanent attachment very easy, So, if she falls, she settles for a lapdance. Pretty sleezy! She'll perch up on the dashboard if you have no other room, And her... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

VOICE ONE ...

Oh, Gwendolyn Garmin, your voice to me makes distance disappear! The silken syllable of your tongue enchants my listening ear! Those few words that you speak, oh Love! make rapture and delight As huskily you murmur, "In point five miles turn right." Oh, blest economy of words! You make me read... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 15, 2010

A GI's Date With a British Girl

She wore a silver necklace chain With a tiny airplane charm. He noticed, could not help but stare! She said with coy aplomb: "You seem to like my aeroplane." His interest ill-concealed, "Plane's okay," he recovered well, "But I love the landing field!" Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem 6 - Xeloda

The oncologist's words were predictive: Your tumor will find it afflictive. Of a peach-colored hue, It's a drug, it is true, But I doubt if you'll find it addictive. Note 1 - Xeloda: If you ever have the misfortune to be visited by cancer, you may hear about xeloda again. Sworn enemy of tumors, it... Sign in to see full entry.

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