dagblog - Comments for "How I Ruined A Saturday Afternoon"

heeeeeheeeheeee

Richard Day — Mon, 19 Oct 2015 21:26:53 +0000

In reply to You may poop at the

heeeeeheeeheeee

I love Flower's poem.

But damn.

There is something about tupperware. hahHHh

A grueling ordeal or lean

PeraclesPlease — Tue, 13 Oct 2015 04:19:44 +0000

In reply to don't lend Tupperware.

A grueling ordeal or thin soup..

What's past is past, what's

PeraclesPlease — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 17:48:54 +0000

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What's past is past, what's done is done. I feel torn in two, nothing to do. I wish I'd never been born.

To stoop to low-brow humor

PeraclesPlease — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 17:45:14 +0000

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To stoop to low-brow humor

Just to keep myself entertained

Is the height of conceit and madness

But it tickles me all the same

I know there's no rhyme or reason

That would justify how I act

You'll just have to take my word for it

It's either this or a heart attack

Some defuse situations with humor

I dispense permutations of rhyme

It's easy to jest

But I'm doing my best

To keep my behavior from getting out of line

don't lend Tupperware.

Oxy Mora — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 16:55:11 +0000

In reply to How I Ruined A Saturday Afternoon

don't lend Tupperware.

what was leftover soup now's

bone of contention.

Very nice, Flower.

Oxy Mora — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 16:46:20 +0000

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Very nice, Flower.

You will always be my Tupperwoman.

They money they receive is

wabby — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 15:30:23 +0000

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They money they receive is miniscule. After everyone gets their cut from a $30 plastic tub, if they make a dollar off the sale to go towards whatever they are fundraising for, I'd be surprised. These things are more of an afternoon social event than an actual fundraiser. That's why I'd just rather give a monetary donation.

Yes! I became Tupperworn!

wabby — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 15:20:01 +0000

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Yes! I became Tupperworn!

Any poetry I wrote when I was

wabby — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 15:19:13 +0000

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Any poetry I wrote when I was young was absolutely horrible in its earnestness. So I stopped. Then, when I hit my mid 50's I just said screw it and started writing bad poetry that made me happy.

Returning to my roots, I guess, when my Dad taught me this little gem:

I eat my peas with honey.

I've done it all my life.

It makes the peas taste funny.

But, it keeps them on the knife.

It's difficult for me to call

wabby — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 15:07:49 +0000

In reply to You may poop at the

It's difficult for me to call it Art with a capital A, but you know Mr. Smith, the older I get the more comfortable I am with idiosyncrasies. Mine and everyone else's.