Carol's Mind Farts

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

More Poems

LIFE'S HIGHWAY We pledged our vows and went our way On a highway smooth and long Our hopes made meadows green that day And the sparrows sang our song. No bumps to mar our passage, No obstacles were seen, We knew the way was open, We were headed towards our dream. At first we hardly noticed Clouds... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Al the Chemist

Broad and Market Streets Copyright 1996 by Carol McDonald, all rights reserved In the year 2000 I walked through the entire County College of Morris campus with a four foot flag of toilet paper attached to the waste band of my slacks. On the embarrassment scale that incident was second to what... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 20, 2010


Although I have written about 100 songs these are the only two that I ever had recorded. -- Sung by Babi Floyd. 1. © Carol McDonald, 1974 2. © Carol McDonald, 2001 Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

60s The Early Years of Married Life -- and Housework. I Loved it.

THAT DAMNED HOUSE The house looks innocent enough Tries to be white as a powder puff But it doesn't fool me. Feigned sleep behind slitted eyes It tries To mold a sufferer by being a sufferee. Oh, that evil malevolent, insidious vampire Sucking off the spirit of it's dwellers Sick, lovers of pain,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

A Civil War Story

Ó May 6, 1996. All Rights Reserved. SALLY By: Carol McDonald Sally hadn’t planned on joining the war. In fact, war was not a concept she could understand. She had no loyalty to the United States, or to the state of Pennsylvania. She had no loyalty to any country, any continent, nor any place in this... Sign in to see full entry.


WATER, WATER By: Carol McDonald Alan was five, exactly one year older and one year wiser than Jeffrey. The older boy had always explained things to the four year old. He probably would have explained about water as well but his friend had the flu that day and Jeffrey was on his own. Out in the yard... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Some more relatives and friends

My evil mother-in-law -- now deceased -- good riddance! MOTHER-IN-PRUNE You're a prune! That never was a plum That through some Great botanical mystery Produced A luscious golden melon. Dominant ruler Over your melon You tried To dehydrate his juices So he'd be prunish too More like you, Dumb prune!... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


TO MILES FROM GRANDMA DECEMBER 2001 THE BEST I love you like the rainbows That decorates the skies. You’re chocolate pudding, Coca-Cola, Candy for my eyes, Sweeter than the sweetest boy The world has ever known, Scrumptious as a birthday cake You’re like an ice cream cone. And if a limousine pulled... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 7, 2010


MURDER OF CROWS, IS A FLOCK? PART 3 BY: Carol McDonald A crow perched on the cab of his pick up. That’s funny he thought crows didn’t usually get so close to humans. He chuckled as he recalled something he had once read. It was an old wives tale that said a bunch of crows is referred to as a murder... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 4, 2010


MURDER OF CROWS, IS A FLOCK? PART 2 BY: Carol McDonald He drove his Ford pick-up rather than walk the half mile in the sweltering heat. At the lake there was no sign of the girls and he was glad. Not that he didn’t love them all; he did, but sometimes he preferred his solitude over their energetic... Sign in to see full entry.

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