Month: September 2018

See the Ducks all in a Row, the “Real Story” you should Know. A symbol that they “Do” have Starch, “Really” is a Protest March. Lower taxes – Better schools? Equal “All Ducks” hiring Rules? Here to Tell the Real Reason, Immunity at Hunting Season.

Do you Long to do Unmasking, Those who Taste food without Asking? Folks that really Alienate, Souls that Take food Off your Plate! Slapping Hands – Scolding Words, punishment That’s for the Birds. Ensure their Tasting won’t Repeat, Encase their Hands in Thick Concrete.

Pee in the Pools – Pee in the Showers, Can mess up your Day – Damage your Flowers. Ashamed to Admit in this Epilogue, with Enough Beers can Pee like a Dog. A Natural Function of God’s own Design, If given the Task – it Wouldn’t be Mine. A simple Solution would be my Cure, … Read moreTinkle

I’m hard of Hearing – least what I’m Told, tried Hearing Aids – never been Sold. Sounds from Afar drown Out what is Near, a Jumbled Mess is all that I Hear. When Young I reacted to Everyone’s Voice, that’s how I Succeeded – did Not have a Choice. Now that I’m Older no need … Read moreHuh?

Stop Lights don’t Discriminate, though Sometimes they can make you Late. Stop is Red – Go is Green, Yellow’s careful In-between. Benefit to What we Said, with Stop Lights planted in our Head? Before the Words shot Out our Mouth, Yellow’d guard from heading South.

Drive thru is a way of life, at least it is for me and wife. Yesterday was our bad luck, got behind a He-Man Truck. Dual tires – stunning gear, massive bumper in the rear. Testosterone flowed off in plumes, including gagging diesel fumes. Tail pipe stuck right in our face, could not move or … Read moreHe-Man Truck

Should we march to Boycott Time? Ain’t no law that it’s a crime. Take the “Cuckoo” from the clock, make “Big Ben” a parking block. No more watches – Sun Dials too; hourglass or time Zulu. No more deadlines we must meet, no departure times to beat. Start and stop just as we please, smell … Read moreThe Boycott Time Movement

Apologies if I offend, my wonderment I can’t pretend. How it rings Libido’s bells, resembling snot in ugly shells. At the age of Seven-One, I’d sure have to eat a Ton. Before I morphed to “Machine Dude,” the puking sounds would kill the Mood.

When I’m out and have to go, I am TP’s Bandido. Café, Airport, Hospital, make me one Hot Radical!. Single ply is such a laugh, best it does is create chafe. Grab all extra I can get, and cram it in the Damn Toilet!

Most Pet Peeves are personal, some might call quite direful. A stop to one I now propose, for those who have to pick their nose. There are the ones who dig real deep, then check them out before they eat. The sneaky cats sometimes you miss, but certainly hope not to kiss. Of course they’re … Read moreA proposal to stop Nose Pickers