You have to take a look.
Is it filled with fraught?
What an obscene thought!
With cautious glance hover,
beneath its forbidden cover,
What will you learn within?
Banned books are a sin.
Once they banned a book
You have to take a look. Is it filled with fraught? What an obscene thought! With cautious glance hover, beneath its forbidden cover, What will you learn within? Banned books are a sin.
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For a game that makes people giddy The latest social fad, I am slow to grab The grid is bright and cheerful So why am I so fearful? The new fad makes me curdle Enjoy that game of wordle! John Lennon requested we give Peace a chance
His album cover was banned because he didn't wear pants Murdered for Fame with no second glance A working class hero, I'll never be A working class hero, I'll never be Johnny Cash is a legend, an American lark But they told him his first wife's skin was too dark If you want to howl like a wolf then don't bleat when you bark A working class hero, I'll never be A working class hero, I'll never be They speak so much bullshit I can't tell what's left or what's right If compassion got left, I don't want to be right It makes me so angry I'm ready to fight A working class hero, I'll never be A working class hero, I'll never be The virus aint real, the election was fake We don't care how much money the President makes Take a reality pill, do it for goodness sake A working class hero, I'll never be A working class hero, I'll never be A bible in school or an elf on a shelf Call me a fool but I think for myself Are your thoughts a religion or reflection of self? A working class hero, I'll never be A working class hero, I'll never be If you want to be a hero, follow no one at all If you want to be a hero, follow no one at all Post-Truth Society
Opinion Notoriety Patriotic Inanity Cultural Lobotomy Judicial Religiosity Hypocritical Piety Militiaman Ferocity Constitutional Atrocity Racist--Just--Subconsciously Denial of Monstrosity Postal Animosity Lack of Curiosity Covid Dubiety Economic Anxiety Climate Impropriety Voter Rights are Wait and See Word Salad,
Mind Leeks, Broke out in chives, now I have a radish and still no way to squash these thoughts. The rumbley grumbly grumble beast, Rumbles soft and low The rumbley grumbly grumble beast, His rumble starts to grow Soon the rumbley grumbly grumble beast Cannot control his rage This grumbley rumbly grumble beast Burst out from its comfy cage A cacophony of rumbley noises fly Some are high and some are low To warn the world of rodents That they will have to go And so the rumbley grumbly monster, Bursts onto the scene And so becomes a rodent launcher With grumbles somewhat mean The whole thing last not long at all Thirty seconds, not one more Triumphant, terrible grumbley beast Returns to his throne, again the victor. With apologies to Merle Haggard. My take on Kern River.
I’ll never vote Donald Trump again. I voted for him and he kicked me in my big rear end If I vote for him now you can stick me in the loony bin I expected first place, but I’m still waiting here for the win And I will vote for more Republicans But I’ll never vote Donald Trump again I grew up in a small town But my gusher never came in And the Wall is a boundary That I thought would keep my dollars in But the dream it still crumbles And my dollars pay for tweets, golf and sin And I may vote for more losers But I’ll never vote Donald Trump again Now I live watching Fox News and Fox News is where I will stay All the other networks Are just fake news anyway There’s the mighty Lou Dobbs He always knows just what to say It’s all a conspiracy, it’s rigged, And the Dems they must pay The Fox’s in the hen house But the rooster he got away And I may not vote for a Democrat But I’ll never vote Donald Trump again It happens every night it's true,
somewhere between midnight and two The elves arrive as twinning pairs The goal of course to mess up my hair With magic curlers and snail goo They twist my hair as elves will do Every night my perfect locks Transform into snivilous flocks For when I wake at half past six Look in the mirror at snarlous licks of twisted, knotted, ruinous hair created by elven twinning pairs Before I can unravel my dome I must locate my favorite comb I search and fumble all around But my favorite comb cannot be found Aghast, dismayed, my shout profound "A gnome! A gnome, has stolen my comb!" My wife calls back from the floor below "What did you say? Did you say gnome? Again I shout as once before, Louder yet, I do implore, "A gnome I say, has stolen my comb!" "Silly man", says she to me, "No gnome touched it, twas me you see, I put your comb in the drawer fair It was unsightly sitting there Stuffed with so much tangled hair," I stood my gaping mouth hung down For in the drawer I had found The comb hidden by a stealthy gnome A gnome, who's hiding in my home. Fudge Fickle Fodder was friends with an otter
Whose name was Slippery Simon Smith They were always holding hands Throughout the seven lands There was nobody he'd rather be friends with One day in the Fall just after the Butterfly Ball They happened upon Barron Bully Biff His arms were stacked like lumber and he began to number The reasons he detested Slippery Simon Smith "His breath is rank like fish And I have but one wish To churn his tail like butter Til its stiff as a tugboat rudder Yes, otters are bad and this one is worse by far You could not possibly ever, not even in December choose a much worse friend even if pickled with sand and tar!" The otter began to shake and tremble like a windblown poppy petal about his webby hands and wrists There could be no mistaking that a plan Smith was making to run far away from Barron Bully Biff But who should then utter but Fudge Fickle Fodder the words that gladdened Slippery Simon Smith "How dare you good sir! How dare you indeed? How dare you ask me Which friends I secede? For friends are not chosen, like lime-green lederhosen A friend is there whenever you're in need! A friend is joy A friend is mirth A friend is great as the whole wide Earth So do not cause superfluous alarm As if you mean to do him harm For let me tell you Barron Bully Biff You can be our friend too And no one will ever bully you Because you'll be friends with Slippery Simon Smith." So Fudge Fickle Fodder and that strange little otter Held out their hands to Barron Bully Biff And sandwiched in between them For all the world to see then was their new best friend Barron Bully Biff Waffle Fries
Tell no lies Waffle Fries Fill my eyes If I had a thousand Waffle Fries I would die a thousand times But oh so good |
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