We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. ~Winston Churchill

1.26.2011

Internal Party Time

The Cramping
The Straining
The Sauces are a mixin'

The Rumbles
The Grumbles
The Bubbles are dispersing

The Bugs play the songs
The A** does the listenin'

The People in the room
Know the party is comin'
They step a little closer
Caus' they want to smell the toaster

1.11.2011

A Month

One month has past since I last passed some gas
and my life keeptumpling forward.

I work 4 days a week
because I love to make people shreek.

I celebrated my Birthday
in a feast to the East.

Both my families were there
so I could not swear.

The snow is all around
and our dog likes to make it brown

Christmas came and went
and yes, I sure was spent.

My sister in law spoiled us
because she bathes in oil nut.

Professor B Fuller was silent night
and wrote of the reindeer's plight.

New Years was great
with friends at the coast.

Angie's Birthday was lovely
just like here hubby.

School and work arrived again
and I came down with a cold
which finally broke today
and now I can go play.