Did you know you can clean up a dropped egg with salt? Sprinkle some table salt on the egg and let it sit for about 10 minutes. The egg will then solidify, making it easy to sweep up and wipe away.
Did you know that there are two main sources of salt? It is either harvested directly from sea water or natural brine, or from rock salt deposits formed by the evaporation of earlier seas that left a layer of rock salt. Have you ever tried to evaporate salt from seawater?
“THE PERFECT UNION” 04/23/2018 Monday.
I’ll have to unite the masses!
No more drunks or skunks or lower classes!
Once these poems get known,
I’m sure that-Ellen DeGeneres will be on the phone,
Pleading, pleading with me:
“So, come, come-on-my show!”
And Steve Harvey too – big, black comedian,
Talk Show, kinda-new, y-know!
I’ll bring ‘em together: A-lovely-gal-and-a-big-black-guy;
I’ll help ‘em see, help ’em see,
I might get ‘em both in a movie,
Well, anyway, I gave up being a member of The Alan Watts groups,
On Facebook, all over – ‘cause-o’-the-”hoops!”
LIKE: “Why you wanna join? Let’s ask it again:
I don’t wanna be labeled; I’ll “take it” on the fin!!
‘Cause I’m a slippery fish; No labels for me –
Alan Watts, Uncle Alan, he would agree,
IF he knew all the folks who put on their resume:
“I’M IN THE ALAN WATTS’ CLUB!” He’d-turn-in-his-gra(v)e.
I think he’d say: “J, LET’S START A CLUB
OF ANTI-LABELS – AND-WE’LL DRINK AT THE PUB,
UNTIL WE PASS OUT, saying: “I’m-a-label-less-guy!”
Well-”Alan”-did-pass-out, and I saw in “his” eye,”
THE LOOK OF LOVE, which was pretty – gay!
So, I peeled off “his” mask
And ELLEN (D.!) did say:
“How did you know it was me under there?
“‘Cause I am STEVE HARVEY,” I laughed, with a stare,
And I peeled off MY mask, and we kissed long and hard,
“Me, Steve; You, Ellen! You make me so hard!” 🙂
“FREE AT LAST from MY DRUNKEN PAST!!”
a poem. MOON-day, 4 real!! on April 24, 2018 …
BECAUSE OF THE INFLUX OF LETTERS,
About the now famous I’M A DRUNK poem*,
We’re offering THIS (pause)
ONE FELLOW STATES:
“I’m NOT a-drunk NO MORE,
No more with A. A. steps and things,
SUCH FREEDOM, THIS NEW LIFE BRINGS!!
So, I ain’t a drunk – or – YES, I AM!
I’m ALSO an IKMUL** person, M’am!”
[Previously-Known-As-Drunk] got himself a logo,
IN THE SHAPE OF A SKUNK, WITH “THE BIRDIE” TOE!!
“Givin’ The Bird” to people who label,
Folks like him – either Cain or Abel!
SO – MANY LETTERS ARE SAYING: “I’M FREE,”
FROM THE SAD STIGMA – OF DRUNKY ME-ME!
They’re (we’re) laughing and singing, under The Moon,
Dancing right naked, and
Women!? They swoon,
When they meet us ICHMLs,
Us DRUNKS and Us GUYS,
Who will-not take no labels,
With our feminine sides and our drunk, sober ways,
BY GOLLY OL’ BACCHUS – NOW THESE ARE “THE DAYS!!”
“Let’s all go to MIDLAND!”
** – or: I C H M L = I C an H old M y L iquor! 🙂