A CHRISTMAS POEM
This year has been a blur even the mice are afraid to stir.
But maybe it’s that the cats are in the house waiting to pounce.
At the slightest stir from Mr. Mouse
Amy is in school earning her right to wield a tool.
Civil Engineering is the goal while working intern and going to school.
Boyfriend Garret wants a ferret, but perhaps maybe best to
grow a carrot.
Jessica working, now she knows, just what has been lurking right under her nose.
Fox Head Racing is the name, where she practices her game.
Brian dashes about between work, golf and dirt bike racing.
Here’s hope their trip keeps pacing.
Dennis drives the big street machine, red and white with concrete swishing. Handy man for all to keep folks safe and cool. He is happy he is not in school.
Jeremy, Lori and kids come to play, maybe some day Shawn will come to stay.
Lisa has a new manager in Singapore, hope she does not show me the door.
Passport refreshed in hopes of travel afar, heck maybe we’ll see a star.
Zumba is fun while not on the run.
Next year I promise no more prose will I propose. Best to leave that to those who know.
Lisa Yearton
Monday, January 25, 2010
A Poem submitted by Lisa Yearton. You too can have your poetry appear on this blog. Submit to j.f.begy@gmail.com
Thursday, January 7, 2010
A Christmas Story
A story of One-Upsmanship:
This was going to be my best Christmas ever. I threw caution to the wind; spent my savings to buy the wife, a pair of diamond earrings, the perfect gift.
I admit that I don’t do things in the same fashion as ordinary people do. I don’t like the obvious. I’d rather be devious.
I went to a thrift store and purchased an ugly yellow purse. Shined it so it looked new and hid the earring box in the bottom and stuffed the purse with crumbled up tissue paper. Then I had the purse professionally gift-wrapped.
Christmas morning came and the ritual exchanging of gifts began. My first gift was a set of tools. I must have looked somewhat dismayed as the wife explained that now I have the tools to fix that leaky faucet and other jobs I’ve been neglecting. I also got a new garden rake because it was embarrassing for her to watch me raking with a broken handle rake held together with duct tape. I also received a package of white socks; you know the kind with the gray heels and toes. The final gift, the “Piece de resistance” was a magazine subscription to Men’s Health and Physique, showing handsome, rugged men with abs of steel and big biceps. The message she was sending me was quite confusing. Either she likes to look at pictures of men with big muscles or she thinks I may be leaning towards the gay lifestyle and she is helping me along.
I didn’t need to buy her anything more as she not fond of what I buy. She would rather charge six hundred dollars on shoes and clothing and donate the items to a thrift shop in time for the department stores’ summer sale.
After I finished cooking breakfast and washing the dishes, I asked her if she looked in the bottom of the yellow purse. No, was her answer and that she didn’t want that ugly thing so she threw it out with the garbage and Christmas paper and boxes. I told her that in the purse were expensive diamond earrings and then went out the door to search for the yellow purse and the diamond earrings.
I spent an hour searching through the trash. I dumped the contents of the can on to the ground and shuffled through the trash with bare hands. I didn’t find the purse so I unfolded each piece of paper and looked into every box, even the box filled with smelly garbage. Now I’m very aggravated that the ring wasn’t located and was determined that for once in my life I’d tell my wife off.
Stumping into the living room my wife was sitting on the sofa half-naked. The second things I saw were the diamond earrings sparkling in her ears. That was a horrible trick, you played on me, I said. Her response was, “Fool me once and you’ll pay ..” She put on her robe and started to leave the room saying, "Get dressed were going to my mother’s house for dinner.
Bah-Humbug
fjbegy
This was going to be my best Christmas ever. I threw caution to the wind; spent my savings to buy the wife, a pair of diamond earrings, the perfect gift.
I admit that I don’t do things in the same fashion as ordinary people do. I don’t like the obvious. I’d rather be devious.
I went to a thrift store and purchased an ugly yellow purse. Shined it so it looked new and hid the earring box in the bottom and stuffed the purse with crumbled up tissue paper. Then I had the purse professionally gift-wrapped.
Christmas morning came and the ritual exchanging of gifts began. My first gift was a set of tools. I must have looked somewhat dismayed as the wife explained that now I have the tools to fix that leaky faucet and other jobs I’ve been neglecting. I also got a new garden rake because it was embarrassing for her to watch me raking with a broken handle rake held together with duct tape. I also received a package of white socks; you know the kind with the gray heels and toes. The final gift, the “Piece de resistance” was a magazine subscription to Men’s Health and Physique, showing handsome, rugged men with abs of steel and big biceps. The message she was sending me was quite confusing. Either she likes to look at pictures of men with big muscles or she thinks I may be leaning towards the gay lifestyle and she is helping me along.
I didn’t need to buy her anything more as she not fond of what I buy. She would rather charge six hundred dollars on shoes and clothing and donate the items to a thrift shop in time for the department stores’ summer sale.
After I finished cooking breakfast and washing the dishes, I asked her if she looked in the bottom of the yellow purse. No, was her answer and that she didn’t want that ugly thing so she threw it out with the garbage and Christmas paper and boxes. I told her that in the purse were expensive diamond earrings and then went out the door to search for the yellow purse and the diamond earrings.
I spent an hour searching through the trash. I dumped the contents of the can on to the ground and shuffled through the trash with bare hands. I didn’t find the purse so I unfolded each piece of paper and looked into every box, even the box filled with smelly garbage. Now I’m very aggravated that the ring wasn’t located and was determined that for once in my life I’d tell my wife off.
Stumping into the living room my wife was sitting on the sofa half-naked. The second things I saw were the diamond earrings sparkling in her ears. That was a horrible trick, you played on me, I said. Her response was, “Fool me once and you’ll pay ..” She put on her robe and started to leave the room saying, "Get dressed were going to my mother’s house for dinner.
Bah-Humbug
fjbegy
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