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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Signs of the Times

Quotation marks no longer quote, Nor put at doubt what they enclose. These days they do a different job, They "underline" our sloppy prose. "Fresh" tomatoes ought to mean, "Don't take my word. Beware! If you believe the grocer's sign, Okay, that's your affair." "Anton" is here, proclaims the sign In... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

GENTRIFICATION

There was this old lady who lived in a shoe (Who knows why old ladies do what they do?), Moved up in the world Into lodgings much sleeker: A Reebok Express, an overpriced sneaker. - from Not Your Mother's Fairy Tales, #12 Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Weekend in Philly With My Grandson: 6 memories and a poem

1. Steven and another two-year old in strollers, chanting "No" to each other 2, Letting two pieces of ziti stick out of his mouth while listening to "I Am the Walrus" 3. At different parts of the day answering to "Rosita", "Bob", "Emma", or "Chuck" 4. Calling grandpa "GAPpa", though it sounds a lot... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 8, 2010

The Little Shepherdess

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep (Neither sheep nor Peep are that bright). She grabbed her a gun, Drove them home at a run: "Step it up, or it's lamb chops tonight!" - from Not Your Mother's Nursery Rhymes, #11 Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Duh

I drove to work; no one was there - Then truth occurred to me. Resigned, I shrugged and settled back, Rolled down the window just a crack, And finally set my wristwatch back. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

At One in the Morning

Hey, Diddle-Diddle, There's a cat in the fiddle! (Did a cow just jump over the moon!?) I must get a grip! I've had my last sip! I'm switching to de-caf, and soon! - from Not Your Mother's Nursery Rhymes, #10 Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Winton Marsalis He's Not

Little Boy Blue, enough with the horn! Mrs. Blue should have gone out and hid it! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn, The horses are looking extremely forlorn, And it's you and your horn that just did it! - from Not Your Mother's Nursery Rhymes, #9 Sign in to see full entry.

Singles' Bar on Friday Night

Jack and Jill left bar and grill Exchanging subtle hints She a drinker He a thinker Haven't seen them since - from Not Your Mother's Nursery Rhymes, #8 Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

"Just Look What YOUR Kid Is Doing Now!"

Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner, Eating his Christmas pie. He stuck in his thumb, Got a whack on the bum! "Who taught you those manners! Not I!" - from Not Your Mother's Nursery Rhymes, #7 Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

An Inkling

If someone employed is a hireling And an orphan is known as a foundling, I strongly suspect That I am correct: An ex can be labeled a dumpling. - from Not Your Mother's Nursery Rhymes, #6 Sign in to see full entry.

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