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LET’S FIND SOMETHING TO DO!” a poem a.k.a.: “Grafters Anonymous!” Monday: December 3, 2018

You get up and you do something! That’s just how it goes!
Some folks – shoot their neighbors! Some folks – point their toes!
Some folks are policemen, and some are Marfiosa;
Some respected, some abhorred – there-are-thorns-and-also-rosa!
Some folks dress in “funky” clothes, and some in business suits!
We all do something; ain’t it fine? Shoes-barefeet-and-boots,
And political correctness – has-its-place ’round here,
And THE PENDULUM SWINGS, TO-&-FRO – Confidence-with-fear,
Resides in every human heart; humane’s a two-edged sword;
If-you-treat-me-“right,”-my-friend – I’LL HIT YOU WITH A BOARD!
If you don’t eat my eggs on toast, I’ll-be-really-mad-at-you,
But some show love by cooking (pause) for-their-sweetie-poo!

You get up and you-do-something; oh, yes, it’s plain to see!
I like to do THAT THING in bed, where-we-graft-your-skin-to-me! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Oh, my!

fin โค


The Nun and the Fig Leaf :
A nun had to use the bathroom, so she went into a bar, the first place she could find. She noticed that every time the lights went out, everybody cheered.
She went up to the bartender and asked him why. He said she would be better off not knowing, so she asked where the bathroom is. He gave her directions.
When she got there she saw a big naked statue with a fig leaf covering you-know-where.
When she exited the bathroom everybody cheered. She asked the bartender why, and he replied,”Every time someone lifts the fig leaf, the lights go out.”๐Ÿ˜‚


Arbor Day
It was Arbor Day, and a blonde, a brunette and a redhead all planted something.

The redhead planted flowers in her front yard.
The brunette planted a tree in her back yard.
The blonde didn’t know what to plant, so she asked the redhead.
“Plant something that looks good,” she said.
The blonde still didn’t know what to plant, so she asked the brunette.
“Plant something you want more of,” she said.๐Ÿ˜Œ

The blonde finally knew what to plant. The next day,her husband was declared a missing person.๐Ÿ˜Œ

Editor: Blondes have more fun anyway ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜†

The Chicken At The Movies ๐Ÿ˜‚

The Chicken At The Movies :
A man approached the window of a movie theater with a chicken on his shoulder and asked for two tickets.

“Who’s the other ticket for?” the ticket girl asked.

“For my pet chicken,” he said, pointing to the bird.

“I’m sorry,” the girl tells him, “but we don’t allow animals in the theater.”

The man walked around the corner of the building, and stuffed the chicken into his pants. He returned to the ticket window and bought a ticket, entered the theater, and sat down.

The chicken started to get too hot, so the man, figuring it was okay because it was dark, unzipped his pants and let the chicken stick its head out.

The woman seated next to him looked down in horror. She nudged her friend Amanda and whispered, “Amanda! This man next to me just unzipped his pants!”

Amanda replied, “Oh, don’t worry about it. Just ignore him. If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”

The woman whispered back, “I know, I know, but this one’s eating my popcorn!”

Bridging two extremes It is a thin line between love and hate, and the best stories dance on that border. Facebook

We live in the age of hate. Weโ€™re defined much more by what we reject than what we adore. Extreme polarisation has guaranteed that nearly 50 per cent of the country can hate the other nearly 50 percent of the countryโ€Šโ€”โ€Šand the feeling is mutual.

Our technological tools make it ever easier to weaponise antipathy. Facebook posts that generate intense emotion are much more likely to be shared than those that appeal to the cooler ends of our psyches. And we know: Intense emotion for a human being usually means hate rather than love, though it oughtnโ€™t.

But as inexhaustible as the human capacity for hate seems to be, it also leaves us broken. Hate is not what humans genuinely want.

These years have been dark, but they have been lit by a groundswell of love: love for the stranger, love for the immigrant, love for those who are different from us. Never before in this country has the right to love whom we choose been as free as it is today. And many of us, most of us, will fight to keep expanding that circle. Love wins, as the saying goes, and in the end, it conquers.

Or so weโ€™re to told


‘THE BITTER EVIDENCE?!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Happy Skies Behind The Clouds!” a.k.a.: “Bitter As Sweet; And Vice Versa!” Monday – 12/3/18

I’m burning all the evidence because there’s lots of fear,
I’m burning this-terrible evidence of what transpired HERE!
Because it might remind us of “bad” things that-happened-before,
We won’t go BACK-we’re “progressive,” so we’ll FORGET THE PAST,
We’ll even pop some pills, to cover-IT-up – We wanna have A BLAST!
We wanna demonize – those “bad people,” oh! so nast,*
Like EX’s and rude neighbors – and people who might have sassed,
Us! one too many times – too many, I think,
RIGHT-NOW – and ALL-THE-FUTURE – MUST (all) be in “the pink,”
So “rose-colored” glasses! They are REALLY THE THING,
So GOOD OL’ MEMORIES will greet us – only-they will ever spring,
Into our hearts – and minds – and being,
BAD REMINDERS!? Yuck! (Too) many I’m seeing!!
But! What if we take a different spin,
And let those PREVIOUSLY BAD MEMORIES come back in?
And – remember THE GOOD, which walked “hand-in-hand,”
With-what-we-THINK-should-be-burned! Can we understand?
That, if you destroy all the memories that “made you cry,”
You also lose something special: SOME HAPPY SKY,
And, if you hate those ones whom you used to hold,
You sell the past “short;” why not – BE BOLD,
YOU VERY MUCH! (Now, you count “them” “dung?”)
And propose to burn the dung away?
HOPING! Hoping? – for some “better” day?
When your cavalier attitude will NOT count the sum,
Of your life as WORTHWHILE! But only bits and pieces?
And THAT’S NO LIFE – for when your life ceases,
It is THE TOTAL, the “highs” and “lows,”
The happy – and hurtful – even haters and foes,
LOVE IT ALL: Even (The) Bitter – Flavor! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoopee!

fin <3

* – NAST[Y] !


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