I’m not an island hopper, even in time of war.
Didn’t your mother tell you that’s what a basement’s for?
Wherever you may wander, wherever you may roam,
the best place to dodge missiles is right there in your home.
So reinforce your bunkers, store up delicious rations
so you can withstand war games of the leaders of our nations.
Naughty little spoiled boys who cannot learn to share
will not heed entreaties of those of us who care.
Even our democracy is ruled by a throne.
He gnaws away at joints of beef and throws us all a bone.
With no other agenda than playing at his game,
he does not know the difference between infamy and fame.
So build up your defenses. Reinforce your door,
for he and his rich cronies would profit from a war.
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I think she speaks for all of us on this!
Out with the Old
When I plant that New Year’s kiss,
just what is it I’m going to miss?
I certainly won’t miss the news,
which has not failed to unamuse.
I will not miss my aches and pain,
lest I invite them back again.
I will not miss the expense and cares
occasioned by my roof repairs.
I will not miss my aged appearance
or my young cat’s disappearance.
I’m looking forward, all-in-all
to having no regrets at all.
I’ll take my year unmarked, uncreased,
with all past worries now released.
For Daily Inkling’s New Year’s Kiss prompt.
If SHE thinks they don’t need the extra money, possibly they don’t? Just a thought.
This explains EVERYTHING. Watch out for the pixies in your hair! From: lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
A sneeze is how a poltergeist gets outside of you.
At night a different stinky elf sleeps inside each shoe.
Every creaking rafter supports a different ghost,
and it’s little gremlins who make you burn the toast.
Each night those tricky fairies put snarls in your hair,
while pixies in your sock drawer unsort every pair.
Midnight curtain billows are caused by banshee whistles.
Vampires use your toothbrush and put cooties in it’s bristles.
Truths all come in singles. It’s lies that come in pairs.
That’s a zombie, not a teenager, sneaking up the stairs.
Have we any doctrines? Have we any rules?
Are creeds and regulations simply meant for fools?
Has our common decency been voted away?
What of our constitution? Has it become passe?
What would our founding fathers think? What would they say?
Will loss of their declarations be the price we pay
for taking it for granted that liberty would thrive
so long all our citizens managed to survive?
We always saw the threat outside—all those foreign men.
We never thought our country would be lost to those within.
Tell our air and water. Tell each foreign son.
Our doctrines and our principles seem to have come undone.