“An Apple a day keeps the PC away” Gun Roswell
Ode to My Mac(intosh)
You let out a hum
As I turn you on
I am Flushing
As I am pushing
Your on switch
You light up
Without amok
It’s electric
Almost magnetic
I feel the itch
I am ecstatic
Cannot wait
As you bait
To touch all
Your buttons
Like a glutton
I will call
For you to deliver
As I wait and shiver
Reaching every height
Through your interface
The globe
To integrate
Guess it was love
At first byte
An homage to Hillary Rodham Clinton; Many happy returns!
“I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas” Hillary Clinton
Homage to HRC, Happy 68th Birthday!
Having the community’s best at heart
Showing off as smart
Making sure no one left behind
Is nothing but kind
Women’s rights
Gay rights
Equal rights
Everyone’s rights
You may have made a few snafus
But then again, we all do
Still,
I would vote for you
A Woman’s place is on the bridge
Not serving milk from the fridge
Madame President
No better resident
for the White House
“Sure it’s a big job
but I don’t know anyone who can do it better”
A homage to bedpans everywhere!
“A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running” Groucho Marx
Ode to Bedpans
When you are
Down and out
Then just give
A small shout
Soon enough
Before things get tough
The nice nurses
Will come a running
In their purses
Carrying the plumbing
And without a doubt
Ease your pout
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An homage to Dame Helen Mirren
All Hail the Queen!
Happy 70th Birthday to the glorious, sexy, sensational, and über-talented Dame Helen Mirren!
“I was never that kind of star. I was never cast because I was gorgeous” Helen Mirren
Ode to Dame Helen Mirren
The star of everything that matters
Stating this not just for the sake of flatters
The Queen, the Chief Inspector, a tart
Playing them all with very much smart
She is definitely not a prude
When prancing in the nude
Not afraid to speak her mind
Even if it meant to be a little unkind
A naughty word here and there
To make her point, if you weren’t clear
Pure perfection of talent and beauty
Always with the sense of duty
A rose by any other name
Let’s all hail to our Dame
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Ode to all Red Shirts, dead or alive
“He’s Dead, Jim” Dr McCoy
Being a Red Shirt is never easy
Wearing a red shirt
Feeling like about to get hurt
The target is painted on my back
No time for sleep or a snack
I know I am not really cherished
And quite soon to be perished
Since I am mainly used as cannon fodder
Even though I am none the odder
Than a yellow or blue shirted one
So, now my time has come
And with the beat of the drum
I will march into my doom
Proudly, staring into the gloom
After all it is my duty
And that is the beauty
Of being a Red Shirt
” When in Rome, do as the Romans do”
Sisu, Sauna and Koskenkorva (Ode to Finns)
Finns, what a nationality
We have quite the ability
To enjoy ourselves
With life’s simple little things
Sauna, heated to at least eighty degrees
Surely hot enough to melt any cheese
Beating each other with branches of birch
Almost as purifying as absolution in a church
Sisu, the spunk, guts and percistence
We have plenty of through out our existance
Rally drivers, Nokia, Linux and the rest
We only deliver the best
Koskenkorva, pure spirit made out of barley
After drinking, don’t ride your Harley
The Swedes may prefer their Vodka
But for the Finns, it’s pure dogma
We have lakes and forrests in abundance
So please come and join us
For a visit in the green of nature
It won’t leave you denatured
“I may be an optimist, but I always pack my wellies”
Ode to my Wellingtons
You beautiful lovelies
My sweet red Wellingtons
Luckily I wasn’t swayed
By those tempting sandals
I would have been betrayed
When the rain came pouring down
Hopeless without my crown
Puddles all over the ground
No safe harbour to be found
Taking a small step
Anticipating the get wet
But to my surprise
You saved my life!
“An Apple a day keeps the PC away” Gun Roswell
Ode to My Mac(intosh)
You let out a hum
As I turn you on
I am Flushing
As I am pushing
Your on switch
You light up
Without amok
It’s electric
Almost magnetic
I feel the itch
I am ecstatic
Cannot wait
As you bait
To touch all
Your buttons
Like a glutton
I will call
For you to deliver
As I wait and shiver
Reaching every height
Through your interface
The globe
To integrate
Guess it was love
At first byte
“May the force be with you”
Ode to Darth Raydor
It is
A no-brainer
That
Sharon Raydor
Is
A crusader
A trader
A saviour
Even
An entertainer
In a
Major
Crime
No failures
Will she
Tolerate
Try not to
Frustrate
Or irritate
She won’t
Hesitate
To throw you
In the brig
If she won’t
Get her way
There will be
Hell to pay
Still sassy
Quite classy
Stiletto heels
To many
Appeals
Her motto
In legato
Always is
With a bliss
I must go
First
“It is curious how often humans manage to obtain that which they do not want” Mr Spock
Highly Illogical
I find You
Absolutely fascinating
Extremely interesting
Utterly charming
Highly intriguing
Totally captivating
I am
Spellbound and transfixed
By all certainty, bewitched
Wrapped around Your little finger
If I could, I would linger
I am only
Admiring You
From a distance
Still with persistence
But slightly askew
If
An instance
Would arise
It would be
My greatest price
Up close and personally
Give my thanks, my gratitude most cordially
Yet
I find myself
Highly illogical
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