Late March lament rescued (3/24/14)
Drive to work with scarf and gloves,
this is weather no one loves.
Cold as cold as cold as shit,
almost cold as witch's tit.
Lost both earbobs in the car,
dadsammet, tarnation "far".
Looked around and found the one...
then the other, sonofagun!
Now I do not have to swear;
now i do not have a care.
Repeat mantra: "all serene";
keep the language good and clean.
*"dadsammet" was my paternal grandfather's version of gd-it. Ever heard that one? His main use of it, from what I heard, was about my grandmother pouring him too much coffee. Really. "Dadsammet, woman, I said half a cup!" So one year, someone gave him one of those mugs that is flat on one side. Ta-da.
Messy, flump Spring (3/25/14)
Forgot to tell you one more thing,
as we're easing into "spring"...
the city's giving more leeway
about debris that's here to stay.
No, it's not! and there's more time,
indefinitely, (now make a rhyme!)
Extended pick-up for yard waste,
8 thousand tons, there is no haste.
**one of many communiqués with manthing.
Movement is god (good?) (3/26/14)
A grammy who is active now
is one who'll punch a little pow.
To stand and sit and not fall down
is major big in High Point town.
(refrain) Astound, don't hit the ground, do the body pound, get a bit less round...
Exercising that much time,
shames me though not in my prime
I will have to schedule more
time to work upon my core.
Astound, don't hit the ground, do the body pound, get a bit less round…
***Six years later... still kickin'. And can get herself up from the floor when the inevitable happens.
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