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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Scribble and Scrambles - Twisted Thursday Thoughts - Ow

So what does one wax eloquent about on a deliciously sunshiny and mild Thursday? Let me strain my brain.

I'll answer Xta's and Kim's comments. Xta = : ) Oh, I'm reading, Kim. Just not promoting anything. I'm reading in my car (while waiting, not driving, of course) before bed, between chores, while pup-sitting.

Actually, I couldn't swing a cat by the tail without hitting a book in progress. Note: PETA supporters, I would never swing a cat by the tail, especially mine. Three words. Teeth, claws, revenge. Which reminds me of one of my all time favorite jokes. The book title and author jokes like Yellow River by I.P. Freely.

My favorite is slightly off-color in the traditional wording. So I'm going to leave it to your imaginations.

Book Title: Cat's Revenge
Author: Claude (pick your poison...think body part or heck, go for furniture).

I did compose and enter the following poem at Chip MacGregor's annual bad poem contest. He probably won't pick it because I did go with the birthday theme and this puts me in the majority.

But, I think it's really awful and I did mention two things he really liked last year. A moose and puppies in dangerous situations. I left out his favorite lines though.
love, love, love
love, love
love, love, love.

Chip, it's your birthday, it's your birthday.
So dawg, consider this yo b-day rappin poem.

Dude, sweet b-day wishes, as you eat you cake.
Doncha worry bout no carbohydrate
Doncha cry about puppies on da loose
not about the contracts or Alaskan moose
Just put you feet up and take a breath
Life's just that until it's death.

See the other really great contenders here Bad Poem Contest and it's not to late if you want to try to beat me.


Birdie said...

that last line is poetic genius.
Your mad skillz constantly amaze me! *L*
how about "Claude D. Eisenliptz"?

Kelly Klepfer said...

I think I like your "author" as much as the original. Ha! Heck, I'll give you a Ha!Ha!Ha!

Kim said...

Once again, the humor of Kelly fills blogspace! You are always able to make me laugh out loud! What a gift! And what a great way to start the day!