Oh! Tiny orange, how you mock me!
Once the peel is gone, all is empty.Bitter and pithy; the agony complete.
A broken promise of taste so sweet.They hide you in baked goods, cookies and pies.
Drench you in sugar and chocolate to cover the lies.But they cannot conceal the ultimate truth.
Oh! Kumquat you are most certainly the kruelest fruit.
Tiny thoughts, those little things.
They steal my time. They clip my wings.
I see they bother you as well.
Inside your head is where they dwell.
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— a poem by Joe J Thomas —
I’m not who you think I am.
And neither are you.
As years pass, some cells have died.
Others take their place.
Atom by atom.
New memories forged and old ones slip away.
Like a magic trick performed by a great wizard.
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Recently unearthed Sherlock Holmes POEM and VIDEO … FOUND!
Can’t get enough Sherlock Holmes? The answer is Elementary!
See below for two (2), count ’em TWO new Sherlock Holmes mini-stories:
First up, a rare Poem –
The strangest case you never heard
Has not been told till now
When Sherlock Holmes, not once but thrice
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Classes! Deals! Special Offers!
Designed to fill the seller’s coffers
From these my in-box overflows
When will they stop? No one knows!
I will end these desperate pleas
The needy masses who push their cheese
Delete! Purge! Unsubscribe!
Please do forgive my diatribe
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“Bitter Love”
You little cabbage
Mon petit chou chou
You’re good for me
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Why is the kitty being so jingly?
Is that why my nerves are ever so tingly?
Amplified noise assaulting my head
Prevents me from sleeping all snug in my bed
I snap. I growl. I grumble and snipe.
I rage. I cuss. I howl and I gripe.
The pressure is mounting – it’s all in my noggin
I need to say “Sorry!”, which is why I am bloggin
Oh, Wifey! You know, it is not your fault.
You try to be kind, and not to assault.
Tempermental I am when a new show is a brewing
But Crabby McCrankyPants – him I should be eschewing
Accept my apology, and I promise to you
It won’t happen again… until the next show is due!
It’s on my arm here while I write
It’s on the cat who’s curled up tight
In a brush and on the floor
Swept away beneath the door
A balding patch or flowing locks
I think I found some in my socks
It covers squirrels, dogs and voles
There’s just a bit here on my mole
Growing forth from follicles
A lack can bring much ridicule
Wet, dry, dirty, clean
You all know just what I mean
Splitting hairs, the hairy eye
Hairy palms on werewolf guy
Dye, perm, trim, and curl
Piled high on a pretty girl
Styles come and styles go
And so does hair – that’s all I know