Two of geese a-walking

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“The birds are taking over the world, just like in that movie! Hey, that is just fine!” Gun Roswell

Two of geese a-walking

On the eleventh day of May
What comes suddenly my way?
Two geese a-walking
And their really slowly walking
I am thinking they are stalking
But I try to ignore them
As I am quietly walking
Into my phone I am talking
But I fear they’re still walking
And at me they’re really gawking
I am getting nervous
This song is not so funny
And it’s not even x-mas
Please I try to hurry
And not much to worry
Then i start up running
Are they still me following?
In self-pity and doubt I’m wallowing
Are they going to kill me
Am I going to be their dinner
But I don’’t eat meat
So it’s not a good defeat
I can clearly see it
Just some bones soon left
Then I run even faster
Maybe try to out last ‘em
Now this road is ending
No more time for me spending
On this stupid poem
Which turned out to be a song
With the two of birds
Birds of something something
Of the two geese a walking

May Day! May Day!

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“Today, in the May Day,
find a worker and shake his hand with gratitude!
Without workers, no civilization could be built!”
― Mehmet Murat Ildan

May Day! May Day!

“May Day! May Day!”
The clock blared
As the alarm went off
I woke up with a scoff
“What the F…!”
As this, was supposed to be my day off!

Clearing my throat, with a cough
I quickly got up, in a huff and a puff
Waking, this early in the morning, was tough

I looked at the clock on the wall
Figuring some way, to stall
But the only option, was my ass outside to haul

First view from the window
Did my foggy mind blow
As I rubbed my eyes, little did I know
The only thing I would see, was more snow

What the hell was going on?
I thought May was summer’s dawn
But this plan has one big flaw
The winter has raised its ugly claw

It must have been because of the weather
My alarm clock had made this error
Waking me up early, knowing
I only, could this task endeavour

So now, it was up to me
The land and air rid of the freeze
To bring forth the sunshine and warm breeze
Just had to figure out, how this task to seize!

If I only had powers of magic
I would just pull out some gimmick
But unfortunately, my witchery has a limit

So, for now, I just taped on an image
Onto the window with a view quite idyllic
A summery green meadow,
The warmer weathers to mimic

Fabulous Friday!

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“After a really hectic week, I hate going out on a Friday evening, so I’ll always opt for a night at home” Donna Air

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Fabulous Friday!

A new day
A new weekend
A new leaf

A new beginning
A blank page
I am, in center stage

On my way
My vision quite clear
People looking, in disbelief
As I am swinging
Down the street

Sounds of pops and crackles
Letting out a chuckle
Heading towards the harbour
The fireworks beginning
Feeling like I’m winning

Found the new location
Time for a celebration
For new sensations
Time for fun and play
To the rhythm starting to sway

Music and laughter
Not feeling the dafter
Only joy and being alive
Time for a high five
Let’s all have a ball

World Wide Wednesday in Brazil

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“I see that it is by no means useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new” Jules Verne

On the River Negro

On a slow boat
Down the moat…

(The needle on the record hops with a screeching sound)
“Sorry, wrong track!”

On a slow little ship
Down the River Negro we slide
It’s just a short trip
Into the beyond and open wild

Fishes and dolphins
Jump up from the waters
The mermaids a calling
So lock up your fathers
No place for golfing
Only a trek for the trotters

On a slow little ship
Down the River Negro we slide
It’s just a short trip
Into the beyond and open wild

Cats, Cats, Cats for Caturday

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“You know, from my point of view, I’m the luckiest cat on the planet” Hugh Hefner

Cats, Cats, Cats

Cats, cats, cats
I see a lots of cats
Cats over there
And cats over here
Even more cats
They are everywhere

Oh, look at the pretty cat
In the window there
What window, where?
Over there, over here
Even more cats
They are everywhere

Sankta Lucia, The bearer of light

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“Night walks with a heavy step
Round yard and hearth,
As the sun departs from earth,
Shadows are brooding.
There in our dark house,
Walking with lit candles,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia”

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Sankta Lucia

The bearer of light
For the future to shine bright
With all her might
Like the shining white knight
Her sword will smite
All the anger and spite
The world to rewrite
Without war or fight
Sankta Lucia

Time

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“Better three hours too soon
than a minute too late”
William Shakespeare

Time

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out

Running, running,
Never, ever stopping
Have to finish… one more job

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out

Faking, taking
Sometimes forsaking
Just to get on top

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out

Sooner, than later
Realized the inside hesitater
Something had to be swapped

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out

Oh, never mind
Just rewind
Now, more than ever,
It is time to unwind!

Mr Plow

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“I’m Mr. Plow and I’m here to say,
I’m the plowingest guy in the USA.
I got a big plow and I move a lot of things,
just like your cow if you have one!”
Homer Simpson

Mr Plow

When you are in trouble
And it’s snowing full throttle
No need to struggle
Just call on the double

Mr Plow

Here is how
Feel the wow
Before you raise
An eyebrow
All gone is
The snow

Mr Plow

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En Route

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“A railroad station?
That was sort of a primitive airport,
only you didn’t have to take a cab
20 miles out of town to reach it.”
Russell Baker

En route

Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy

Early morning in
I was really in a hurry
The venue was set in the city
And feeling a little giddy
After all travelling by train
Was not something to do in vain
Especially in the middle of winter
With temperatures below zero
And myself certainly no sprinter
And even less of a hero

Reaching the train station
After half jogging the way
Then I heard the notification
The train had been delayed
No indication as to arrival time
But they told us, all was fine
Just a minor snafu
The train would be there in a few

A few minutes went by
On the platform standing by
Then after a while
Waiting for the train to arrive
I was wishing I had taken the car
I would have been so very far

Oh what fun and joy!
Toes, fingers and nose freezing
The snow storm’s intensity increasing
Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!

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Red Gloves

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“My little pretty red gloves
bring me joy and warmth;
after all it is winter!”
Gun Roswell

Red Gloves

“This is when the gloves come off!” She stated with a huff and puff.

Throwing down the protective shielding onto the ground, she was about to defy all beliefs of what would happen when exposing yourself to the elements.

It was that time of the year, when the cold season had taken over. There was no hiding from the white powdery substance covering most of the northern world. The only thing to do to survive was to put as much woven garments on top of the skin as possible. The degrees sinking down below zero in the tens, sometimes even hundreds, this season lasted for a length of six moons.

But those damn mittens! How they irritated her, especially today. They were always in the way. Grabbing things was not easy, not to mention holding a shovel.

She looked at the discarded gloves laying on the ground. Red against the whitest of snow. Pretty were they, she thought and kept staring at them, while her fingers were getting numb. Finally, as beckoning her, she scooped the offending mittens from the pile of snow, pulled them on and admired the colour and the feel of them.

Once again, she was happy in her gorgeous red mittens.

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