Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
The chick would wander from the yard
Past the sleeping Alsatian guard
And out there on the scheming street
It learned and studied how to cheat
And when came Christmas time
The chick was in his prime
When the housewife came calling
The now-cock felt up to a brawling
She walked past many a chicken
Until she found her chosen
She brought her big knife out
But it stood up proud and stout
The cock, he pulled a gun
And held her up for fun
There was no chicken soup that year
Instead, her husband killed a deer.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
And as the days went by
Father cock, he did try
But the chicks died one ... another
He just couldn’t play mother
And then was left one chick
It survived through thin and thick
Cat, clime, car and crow
Could not deal it death’s blow
It played among the dogs
And preyed upon the frogs
Ate meat instead of grain
It grew again and again
The housewife looked on keenly
And sharpened her knife routinely
She could not wait for Christmas
Chicken soup would be bliss
Monday, October 25, 2010
It was before first light
When the chickens awoke in fright
They saw with quivering claw
The housewife at the door
She seized the mother hen
(I think its name was Gwen)
One wife took another wife
In her other hand she held a knife
She dragged her prisoner out
Whose cries were loud and stout
Its wings and legs she bound
And laid it on the ground
It was over in a wink
Between each tear and blink
The father cock, he cried
Must she come each Yuletide?
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Plinky asked me to list 10 things that made me happy. It took so long (and was so hard) to go beyond 3. I must have a sad life. Can you get 10? Here are mine below.
Because she's good for me and understands me more than anybody else.
Because it is my conduit to my soul.
Being a Lawyer
Because it's made me come to know how society really works (and I can even break some of the rules safely).
Because she gets me around easily and, let's face it, she is sooooo fine!
Because it's practice for writing and has brought me so many friends.
Because of the witty battles and the permitted aggression.
Cuerpo de Mujer
Well Pablo Neruda said it all:
Body of woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look yourself like a world in your attitude of surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depths of the earth.
Because when you understand it, you understand life.
Well, swimming, dance and sex are 3 manifestations of the same passion! (And wherever there's a pool, there's always a flirt!)
It releases that thing with that big scientific name that makes us light in the head and feel good about ourselves.