Pretty in Pink

“The colour pink makes everything look pretty”

Pretty in Pink

The colour pink
It’s more than just ink
It may be a chosen lifestyle
Or just some clothes in a pile
Don’t put me on a file
Just because for a while
I chose to wear the colour
Stay out late and holler
Wearing a short skirt
A well earned perk
Naturally, all in pink
And very much in sync
The illusion complete
To everyone send this tweet
“She is off her rocker
Oh what a shocker”
And with that, my job here is done!
And I had so much fun!

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On the Edge

Photo 101: Day Eighteen: Edge & Alignment

 

“Living on the edge” Aerosmith

On the Edge

Sitting on the edge
On the top of the hedge
Staring at the skies
Oh, how time flies
Clouds of blue and white
Making me write
This little ditty
Of pictures ever so pretty

 

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My Glasses

Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up

“I look spectacular!”

My Glasses

I can see through you
You seem to have a clear view
I would be lost and having strife
Or at least stumbling through life
Like a blind person needing a cane
Or an actor without the fame
Using my own vernacular
I shout out loud
My glasses oh so spectacular
Would even make Dame Edna proud

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A Rose by any other Name

Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up

“Wake up and smell the roses”

A Rose by any other Name

You delicate little thing
What joy for me you bring
You landed on my desk
Looking oh so statuesque
You were a gift for my birthday
Even though it was a workday
Thanks dear work mates
Bringing something great
To an otherwise dreary day

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Life without Coffee?

Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up

“There is no life before the first cup of coffee in the morning”

Life without Coffee?

It’s getting to be a borderline cliche
Like something so unnerving at play
But out of all the things to loose
If I really had to choose
What ever troubles life may bring
There is this only one thing
There is one thing I cannot do without
Uttered without hesitation or doubt
Not without my Coffee!

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Live Long And Prosper

Homage to Gun Roswell, née 27th June, 1965

“All right, it’s worked so far, but we’re not out yet” McCoy

Live Long And Prosper

Born in nineteen sixty-five
Came to this world with a jive
Hips in a sway
First words, Yippie-Ki-Yay
Fifty years later
Still not a life hater
Resistance may be futile
And aging sometimes brutal
“But honey, these ain’t wrinkles”
She says with eyes in twinkle
Smiling with her face in a crinkle
“They’re just laugh lines” and a sign
Of a life lived just fine

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Coffee made me do it!

“Black as night, sweet as sin” Neil Gaiman

Coffee made me do it!

Today I went off the edge
I didn’t even take a pledge
I pranced around like a Fred Astaire
The others looking with a stare
Laughing out very loud
And feeling extremely proud
An old tune from years ago
Nothing to stop the show
I started singing that tune
Not being any kind of prune
Why this happened you may ask
It wasn’t anything from a flask
Though I have one excuse to acquit
The Coffee made me do it!

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Fool me Once, or a Few more Times

“Fool me seven times, shame on you. Fool me eight or more times, shame on me” Amy Futurama

Fool me Once, or a Few more Times

I may look like the fool
But I am actually cool
I may act like a tool
But I got schooled
So don’t be too cruel
And abide by this rule
Fool me once
I will bounce
Fool me twice
Oh, you got spice!
Fool me a few more times
And I will show you in rhymes
How you have to show your dimes
And pay, for your crimes

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I need a Different Tune to Sing to

“Do more, complain less”

I need a Different Tune to Sing to

Repeat this mantra and you’ll soon believe it
Turning into a complete little shit
“My head is empty, my head is empty, my head is empty,
completely and abso-freaking-lutely empty”

Not one sensible thought passing through
The mind no longer sharp and clever
The neurons and positrons or what ever
Have turned into some kind of inert goo

Head spinning around like being possessed
Just like Linda Blair in the Exorcist
The thought pattern repeating those same old tunes
Feels like running on mere fumes

Stuck and totally out of luck
Like a sitting duck awaiting the slayer
Or a broken needle on a record player
Not adding any new layers

Complaining more and nothing gets done
Seems the mojo is lost and so is all the fun
It is time to change the needle or the record
Even if it takes a lot of effort

Repeating this mantra and soon you will believe
The best proven remedy to achieve
Is to do more and complain less
And in a new tune singing your way out of this mess

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Monday, Bloody Monday

“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”

Monday, Bloody Monday

Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day

My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing

No use in struggle or fighting 
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment

Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive

Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?

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