Yo, brand x. Good to see ya.
Waiting to hear about the days
In one weekend which blurs into a daze.
The beauty and eagerness of all little boys
Bursts with energy and innocence and numerous toys.
Now grandpa is tired and happy and misses the boy.
(So tell us all about it.)
News that makes my heart dance
Placed suddenly in my view
Shows that love given half a chance
Can spark big changes on cue.
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Dusty (my grandson) has a penchant for board games. So, this past week end, since I was tired and did not want to go anywhere, we played games, games, and more games. We started with the old ones - The Game of Life, for instance. Then, he informed me he could play chess. We went to town and bought a combined chess, checkers and backgamman set. Since I had not played chess in many years (and was not particularly good at it), Dusty put up a pretty good fight and even had me stalled for a bit. I gave him plenty of breaks, but finally beat him. Same result in checkers. Then he said he could teach me backgamman. There he totally skunked me, because he knew enough rules to keep the game going, but used them to keep me bottled in my starting place. I think he conveniently forgot a few rules that would have enabled me to make some moves, but I haven't studied the rule book to see what it was. He's an active boy and I know he gets a little bored with me on these kind of visits. Still, he enjoys us in my home because we give him a bit more space to be himself than his other grandparents do.
Hey people what do you know
Do you see the tide waters steadily grow
Do you feel besieged wherever you go
Do you see your leaders turn sullen and gray
Did you see your safety net get secreted away
The money turned to faceless men of corporate sway
Can you hear the bells begin softly to tolling
For the ones in your garbage bins a-trolling
For the times they are back-rolling
It seems to me
the industrious bee
takes pollen
from the fallen
flowers and bowers
with glee fit
for honey-loving kings
and paupers who know
just don't get bit!
The oak canopy shades begin
Next, the freeway
Distance between steel is thin
I curse the havoc
The morning traffic
In the wood the deer rest
My patience to the test
Serene mornings digress
Fading into business fest
Deep, dark pages of the night
Have wrapped us in their shroud.
So we can whisper lowered tones,
There isn't such a crowd.
It's times like these
I hear you think
Without your utterance made;
I hear you join my heart in love...
And banter, of your day.
Your colors,
your very urgent dreams-
Walk on my path awhile.
And I yet wait, in breathless wonder,
Watching for your smile.
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To see new faces
in the spaces of this thread
is joyous indeed
Yep. Brand X and Rose exhibit quite a bit of talent.
If I had a hammer
I'd scratch my foot with it
And I wouldn't have to take off my shoe.
If I had a buzz saw
I would pick my nose
With it's gentle claw
And then swiftly blow
It's not nice
to talk of snot.
No, it's not nice to talk of snot
But you're a boy and snot is, well,
Gooey and icky and fun to tell
The girls that they have some showing.
Then you're a man and not a snot
The girls have grown up as well.
You have different things to tell and sell
And you both are too cool and too knowing.
I'm a bad wittow boy
Playing with fluids like a toy
Disgusting is entertaining
When did pertaining
To little girls
The future war
We're girding for:
Against the vitamin C;
It might keep you out
Of the druggist's store -
Something highly worth fighting for
Is to fill your mouth
With designer pills
For which you pay with mounting bills.
So we put the vitamin C upon the shelves
To protect you from yourselves.
If you'll pay the price for a prescription, see,
We can let you have a taste of vitamin C.
