Feasting on some tasty thigh meat
Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best
As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from
The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself
It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago
Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook
And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it
Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”
Viewing her time in uniform
Emily wondered what life would have been without serving
Then she had to admit it was the best damn decision she had made
“As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”
“What? Are you saying I won?”
“And why would you think that? You’re score placed you dead last”
“Right, but I still get a trophy? You know, for giving it my best shot.”
“Don’t be silly. Trophies are for winners. You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”
Always there was a distance between them.
Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.
Really it happened even when they were in the same room.
Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap
Such that all their dreams could come true.
So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.
Image: By Sicnag – 1964 Oldsmobile 442 2 door Hardtop, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45448417
Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer
Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure
Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442
Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon
And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders
Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal
It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max
Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance
Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.
Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.
Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.
Learning what I could before I was given my parole.
And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.
Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.
Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.
Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?
Supernova hatred exploded from Jim.
The waves of revulsion swept over Andy, knocking him back a step.
Andy worried about what was left of the man who used to be his best friend.
Realizing that now a black hole was where Jim’s heart used to be.
Maybe tonight I’ll just order one of everything.
Everything? You haven’t even looked at what’s being served tonight.
Not going to worry. I trust the chef implicitly .
Uncle Maximilian, you’re the best!
Being with you is one of the best things in my life
Under the full moon, with mischief on our minds
Doing deeds we will never talk about unless copious amounts of alcohol are consumed
Determined to make our mark on this world
You know, like the tatts we gave each other
Researching how to solve the problem
Eunice pondered what would be the best method
When she finally decided what she wanted to try
All the things went spectacularly wrong.
Resulting in an amazing learning opportunity
Didn’t realize that this would be her only …