She met him south of the border in Durango,
She was hot and boy could she fandango! She said at a glance "Señor like to dance?" “No”, he replied, “But I would love to tango!”
it’s the first day of March so beware
with a hint of sweet spring in the air you might be tempted thinking winter has ended only to be caught by Jack Frost, unaware
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A quorum of biblical scholars turned their doubts into thousands of dollars. Armed with Document Q they revealed nothing new but the dirt neath’ the white of their collars. A proud “health & wealth” Oklahoman was renowned as a gospel-tent showman. While the scriptures he twisted, their tithing assisted his rise from poor hick to rich Roman. A sexually diverse professor (assured he was not a transgressor) spoke only of openness glossing sin’s brokenness; rainbows and tolerance – yes sir. A Mormon, who lost his own ephod Realized he was running quite slipshod and invoked Joseph Smith. (Yes, it may be a myth – but it’s not like misplacing your I-pod…) A Christian whose faith was prophetic held to views that were truly pathetic. This crazed Pentecostal, not quite an apostle, had taken an End-Times emetic. A sober and staid Presbyterian was distrustful of thoughts millenarian. After smoking some bud, he awoke with a thud; in his sleep he’d become Rastafarian. A preacher who fleeced his disciples overdrew his own balance of scruples. He was finally captured (defrocked and un-raptured) and rent by his destitute pupils. A sister who waxed Pentecostal, mistook herself for an apostle Speaking pure glossolalia she sure could regale ya’ with prophecy; crazy – but docile.
What's wrong? Too hard to LIKE me ?
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The Belle Rang His Bell
night sweets for knight tiptoeing into her suite his horse's beat, turning her hoarse red as a beet please my boughs, she pleas then bows he rode the road, horse's rose to red rows as waves mete, cries of more amore for their meet Logan Robertson 5/18/17
When a rain-storm surprised the city
Passers-by looked down with pity At a large group of nutters Inspecting the gutters An unfortunate planning committee. They decided today was good timing Below-streets they soon were climbing Where the gutters connect To the sewers they checked And all got a very good sliming.
Who can resist a little limerick action?
A new day has dawned, the clocks have changed
Lost an hour sleep, and my body found it strange Now on daylight savings time Confused this wee mind of mine Why not leave it alone, it confuses people's brains?
Think of me, just my tongue gliding from the bottom to the very tip,
Dreaming only of a tasteful sip Under the table If I'm able To catch just a simple drip.
Don't blame me, inspired by the man in a boring meeting with only time to ****.
He stopped at her rose garden to explore
Beckoning rose petals awed of colorful lore With pillow eyes so soft He's invited into her loft She raced fast as he kept banging at her door LR-4/26/17
A leprechaun told me, “I hear
It’s riches you’d like to appear. Since I don’t exist, My *** of gold’s mist — You’d better keep writing, my dear!”
There once was a farmer who said,
I’m feeling so light in my head. My joints and my bones just ache, And they squeak and pop when I rake. He went to the doctor for advice, The doctor said, overall, you look nice. But your blood is as heavy as lead, So I think you need to be bled. With many a phlebotomies, I felt ever bit of me, Twas draining with each drop of blood. But now I feel fine, But I still can’t drink my wine For the iron will always be part of me!
Hemochromatosis is a Hereditary condition that signals the body to absorb too much Iron. Commonly found in those with a heritage of Northern Europe ancestry. A simple blood test will tell the story.