Oh ! really?


Out the door I bounced ( and I do mean bounced ! )
For my ankle the night before had apparently been trounced
It was swollen up twice its normal girth
It fairly seemed ready a new foot to birth !

But this fact to the story is secondary
Fresh air was on my mind; now I would not tarry
So off the porch and onto the walk I fairly flew
(fairly flew because my windmilling crutches ; new

Generated enough lift for me to enter the wild blue)
Till I settled down and found my steady pace. Whew !
Ambulation with some degree of comfort I had found
When the color of money shined from its hiding spot on the ground !

Wheeling about on my planted brace
I stood looking tall over that presidential face
And my smile grew large as I imagined
All the bootie I’d buy with the executive ransom !

Quickly then I pinned the note to the grass
Lest the morning breeze carry my quarry away, alas!
And bent at the waist while reaching full out
And compressed air from my abdomen blew out with a shout

And my fingers clawed at the empty air,
I could not retrieve it; it just was not fair!
I composed myself for a moment then
And considered my next best option.

Across the way, walking up the street, a likely young kid
With his mother this morning, could surely aid me in my bid
If I could somehow grab his attention…
“Hey Mister, Whatchya doin over there ?” it seemed that now my mission

Could soon be done with the aid of my new accomplice
“Young man can you please come over here ? There is something we can accomplish.”
“Now I will raise the end of my crutch and before the wind tears away with the cash
You will have captured it in mid flight and we will have the last laugh !”

No fault in the plan could the young man see
I freed the bill and he made the grab look easy.
He jumped up with a grin and ran off to his mum calling
“Look what the “gennelmun” give me !”

Non Plussed


The past six to eight weeks have found me dealing with a health issue , one that I cannot seem to get a step ahead of. Abdominal bloating and shortness of breath along with painfully swollen feet and calves has led to much blood work and a scheduled battery of tests to try to determine what and from where this malady is and occurs. Several common culprits have been ruled out and a few unlikely scenarios are being investigated. I write this, not to alarm anyone, but to try to clarify the importance inherent to a potentially life style changing ailment to myself as I have never endured any medical emergency much more serious than a pesky case of pneumonia and a minor TIA in my life. I suppose that I am trying to say that ” Even if my scribblings begin to quibble with various physical maladies and the treatments involved, rest assured that I remain nonplussed inasmuch as my views on life and soul remain essentially unchanged. Thank you all in advance for your future patience and understanding . ”   ; )

Hummer


When I get really really tired I like to hum.

Like at the end of a long long day

MMmm,   MMmmm  , Just hum.

To make myself feel happy when there is nothing left to say

I just press my lips together and vibrate my nasal cavity

MMmm,  MMmmm , Long hum

It shows the depths of my depravity

When exhibited with melancholy

MMmm, MMmmm  Ho- hum

Display your lack of energy

Please join in with all sincerity

MMmm, MMmmm, Lovely hum

Hum my ass

I mean bum

MMmm, MMmmm, Sassy hum

To L ? Or not to L !


This A-Z challenge has been fun,  for the most part. Approximately halfway through I am finding though that writing a piece of at least semi-serious ,relevant or, humorous material everyday can be an onerous task made worse by having to mold each thought around an alphabetic mold.  In short the “fun factor” is rapidly waning and if this short paragraph on “L” day that mentions the word LOVE, as in I used to LOVE to write, does not stir my inner flame to new heights, this shall be my final entry within the parameters of said challenge .  Thank you !

Say What ?


Evel Knevel had his way, he made lazy K pay its way. That K likes to hide is no surprise and why is little more . K can cut but little else and even at the end of a word it gives all the work to the letter C. Cause C can Kut and Slide as well Az in clack and scent {where I believe the S layz down and hands the crown to the omnicient (didn’t hardly miss it there! C what I mean) letter C. } Come to think of it,we already have had some suksess haven’t we , so why don’t we just rid ourselves of lazy letters and give the work to characters {Now why is h jumping in with C  here, we know it is a karacter and k just snuck back in acting all cmartacc} wanting werc! C seems young enough [WTF, gh Takin time away ghrom F now} to handle all Ks’ and s’ess work. Cutting out and retiring letters and with adequate temerity and aplomb, Get outta there B, We kan mak rume nder the kcap and tace bac arr langwaj and mak it simpl!  Is that kleer !?

If [risque]


If it was up to me I would plant a tree just for you in a place only you could view its beauty and grace.

If it was up to me I would lasso the moon and wrap it up in cellophane to keep it dry till I could gift it to you and bring you to this space,

If it was up to me bright jewelry I would dangle in front of your face and hang it on your wrists and waist and put you deep in a trance.

If it was up to me you would fall in love with me and the idea of me.Which would suit me fine my little divine ,all I want is to get in your pants.

Aren’t you glad that it is not up to me to decide the world at large with its willful and wanton ways? But if you ask me and decide it is sooth, the sentiment written stays.

Please do not bludgeon the writer. If it was up to him he would have hit “delete” immediately upon writing this. He didn’t, so obviously it wasn’t up to him !