“I’ll definitely be out of order for a few days!” Gun Roswell
Out of Order
Out of order
Flat on my face
Semiconscious
Feeling sorer
And out of place
For the next few days
Relying on others’ aid
Hoping not to faint
Ain’t that quaint
But I am hardly a saint
Almost felt jinxed
But now my six
Is getting fixed
Add into the mix
Out of order
For a few days at least
“When I told my doctor I couldn’t afford an operation, he offered to touch-up my X-rays” Henny Youngman
Fixing It
The day has arrived
In three months’ time
Finally going under the knife
Oh what a life
Facing the surgeon
Guess it was urgent
After all
This time spent
In the end
Hasn’t been a ball
Not a fan of hospitals, needles or blood
It’s such a crud
But not being in control
Is the worst of all
Lying unconscious
Body and mind
Out of commission
Please be kind
Without condition
Wish me luck
Let’s hope the doctors
Won’t fuck it up!
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea” Robert A. Heinlein
Caturday, 2015-12-12
“I keep my cat
In my handbag”
Said the old hag
And, with a snag
Lighting a fag
“It’s not a gag,
so just cut me some slack”
She quickly snapped
As she zigzagged
A price tag
Like a yellow flag
Flashing on her ragtag
And out of fashion coat
Stepping into a boat
Flinging in her large tote
The cat sprung out
And onto the float
In a few quick strokes
She rowed across the moat
“I understand what’s it like to work all week and on Friday night just want to go and leave your brain at the door, buy some popcorn and be thrilled by something” Don Cheadle
Fabulous Friday
Leaving the working week far behind
I really have no idea how I ever survived
Fabulous Friday knocking at the door
Awaiting to carry me to a different shore
A glittering sequin dress, a pair of high heels
This is as good as it gets and feels
Leave your sad face and the bad place
Awaited Fabulous Friday is finally here
Prancing, dancing
Singing, winning
There is no stopping us
Well, not at least until the bus
Has arrived to take us home
“By Thursday morning, we’d gotten over the worst of it” William Scranton
Throwback Thursday 2015-12-10
Today is time for a walk down memory lane again and dig into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind since the beginning of time. Well at least from the beginning of this blog 😛
Here are a few featured today:
Life is a Musical (number) (Repost for TBT)
Chocolate is The Answer, Who Cares What the Question is! (Repost for TBT)
I may not be Everyone’s Cup of Tea, but I am Someone’s Double Vodka (Repost for TBT)
Let the Rantings continue!!!
“If you don’t like me, fine. It’s not my job to make you happy”
I may not be Everyone’s Cup of Tea, but I am Someone’s Double Vodka
You dont have to like me
Or be my friend
I am not looking for a life partner
Just someone to understand
If you expect to mend
And change my existence
I’d rather you just pretend
Then try to fix it
Somewhere
Someone
Is buying
What I am
Selling
I may not be
Your cup of tea
But surely some one
Prefers me
As their double vodka
“There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles” ~Author Unknown
Chocolate is The Answer, Who Cares What the Question is!
You may be iconic
But also diabolic
It’s quite symbolic
To call me a ‘holic
But still I frolic
When I get glycogenic
Pining for your taste
Of the full flavour laced
With truffles
My mouth muffled
When I eat
My favourite treat
My life in dire straits
Would be
Without the traits
You offer me
Oh sweet Chocolate
Thee
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“To have my cake and eat it too?… hm… eat it!”
Chocolate Cake 
It’s just a cake
Nothing fake
Some sugar and spice
All the things nice
And do not forget
The best ingredient
What is it?
What else for a ‘holic
But dark chocolate
Posted in the Fabulous Friday series: “Black Friday Finland Style”
Humour, Dialogue, Poetry
In honour of the month of November
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday Finland Style
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
Several months earlier
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
Posted in the Friday series “Fabulous Friday”
“Shoes are like Chocolate, there is always room for more”
Fabulous Friday, Ode to my Red Shoes
Put on your red shoes
Forget the weekly blues
Listen to your muse
Time for new news
On this joyous of days
On Fabulous Friday
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