Poetry and Potpourri .... October 3 - 4 - 5, 2003

10-03-2003 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[JustAmy]

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The Poetry Branch has been in limbo since the prior hostess left FreeRepublic April 15th 2003. We've since learned that said hostess has lost her posting privilege. That being the case, and Jim Robinson having given his ok, I wanted to renew the thread.

FreeRepublic is blessed with many fine poets, and we look forward to seeing their poems posted on FR once again. There were many non-poet FReepers who visited the Poetry Branch for the camaraderie; we hope they will return.

I would like to invite everyone to visit and relax at Poetry and Potpourri. Hopefully you will renew old acquaintances for chatting, sharing jokes, telling stories, posting cartoons, etc. Everyone needs a place to escape from the everyday news, make Poetry and Potpourri that place.

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The Belvedere's Guardian Wolf ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf.

[JustAmy]

Good Morning, Howlin!!



Thank You for coming by and thank you for the pings!!

[Howlin]

You are the "party guy." Get busy.

[Howlin]

We can sure use something like this around here lately!

[Howlin]

The following are different answers given by school-age children to the given question:

Why did God make mothers?
- She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
- Think about it, it was the best way to get more people.
- Mostly to clean the house.
- To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
- He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
- Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
- God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
- We're related.
- God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me

What ingredients are mothers made of?
- God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
- They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string. I think.

What kind of little girl was your mom?
- My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
- I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
- They say she used to be nice.

How did your mom meet your dad?
- Mom was working in a store and dad was shoplifting.

What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
- His last name.
- She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your mom marry your dad?
- My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot.
- She got too old to do anything else with him.
- My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

What makes a real woman?
- It means you have to be really bossy without looking bossy.

Who's the boss at your house?
- Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because Dad's such a goofball.
- Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
- I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than Dad.

What's the difference between moms and dads?
- Moms work at work and work at home, and dads just got to work at work.
- Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
- Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you gotta ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.

What does your mom do in her spare time?
- Mothers don't do spare time.
- To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What's the difference between moms and grandmas?
- About 30 years.
- You can always count on grandmothers for candy. Sometimes moms don't even have bread on them!

Describe the world's greatest mom.
- She would make broccoli taste like ice cream!
- The greatest mom in the world wouldn't make me kiss my fat aunts!
- She'd always be smiling and keep her opinions to herself.

Is anything about your mom perfect?
- Her teeth are perfect, but she bought them from the dentist.
- Her casserole recipes. But we hate them.
- Just her children

What would it take to make your mom perfect?
- On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
- Diet. You know, her hair. I'd dye it, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
- She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.

[JustAmy]

Thanks for coming by this morning!
Hope you are able to come back often.

[Chad Fairbanks]

Oh, a Poetry Party? Why didn't you say so? Oh geez, I hope no one is wearing the same outfit as me - THis balck turtle neck and beret are supposed to be one of a kind ;0)

[JustAmy]

Thanks for sharing your poem with us.
Hope to see you again at Poetry and Potpourri!

[Howlin]

Just because I loved this picture from yesterday!

[JustAmy]

Thanks, Chadsworth .... LOL
I should be able to find a couple more lawyer thruths.

[LisaFab]

Great stuff--thanks for the ping.

My humble addition to the poetry page:

NINE MEN OUT

The outlook wasn’t rosy for the Donkey nine that day;
The President had won the war but they had yet to bray.
So when Al Sharpton headed south and Kerry followed suit;
The other seven hit the road, down to the land of Newt.

The first to hit the stump was Al, the Reverend at large;
To beat the Bushies in oh-four would seem to be his charge.
His audience was hushed in fear, and pondering how high
The do-re-mi would have to be for Al to say goodbye.

For though they knew that Mr. Sharpton didn’t stand a chance,
His will commanded millions who they needed to romance.
His battle cry descended like a leaden ton of bricks;
"I'm going to slap this donkey ‘round until the donkey kicks.”

Up next came Joseph Lieberman whose aim was to assuage;
His stance was Lilliputian as he looked across the stage;
“I am the only Dem who stands a chance to win this race
To wrest the U.S. people from their Bushian embrace.”

When Edwards rose to rouse the crowd, his flaxen locks were fiery;
“Note to self--get haircut,” wrote Phil Graham into his diary.
Then Dennis K. got up and did his stardust shake and bake;
“I’ll run things just as well as in my city by the lake.”

“My father was a milkman,” said Dick Gephardt flushed with pride;
“And I’m a common working man--that cannot be denied.”
“My work ethic is sterling, though I’m not a man to gloat;”
“And I’ll go back to Congress someday soon to cast a vote.”

When Dean went after Kerry, Mr. Heinz then took his cue;
“I don’t need any courage lessons from a shrimp like you!”
And Dean retorted angrily, his teeth all in a clench;
“I’ll bet the ‘F’ in John F. Kerry really stands for ‘French’.

Next up to speak was Moseley Braun, the gal from Illinois;
Her task that day was to waylay her party’s whipping boy.
To thrill the crowd she cried out loud in lachrymose lament;
“This White House interloper’s a ‘selected president!’”

And on they went, this moving feast of Bushwhacking delight;
Across the fruited plain they sped with tales of urban blight.
Of women’s rights and Senior plights and poison in the air;
They had to find their champion, their psyche to repair.

Oh how they longed for bygone days with Billy at the helm;
When all the world agreed that all was right within the realm.
With Madeline and Joycelyn; and Foster, Reich and Brown;
No price too steep for favors when the Billster was in town.

And oh, the funds were rolling in like waves from distant seas;
From friends in Indonesia and those cuddly Red Chinese.
But now the loot was drying up, the fat had left the cats;
If only in their bag of tricks was one of Billy’s bats.

But Bubba had been striking out, the FOBs grown few;
His candidates had spit the bit in two thousand and two.
His backing became poison, his endorsement shunned by most;
Unless they reined in Billy the oh-four Dems would be toast.

Oh, somewhere up in Boston the big donors wine and dine;
And Streisand’s singing somewhere where the liberals like her fine;
And someday Dem conventioneers will back a winning pup;
But they’ll be no joy in Beantown, Billy Clinton won’t shut up.

[YaYa123]

Suz, I want you to read the poem I posted earlier, but most important...don't miss # 108.

[dixie sass]

'lo Howlin, Amy has me on her list and I love to come here and just relax even if I don't say anything (which for me is unusual, isn't it?).

Thanks for pinging me!

[MeekOneGOP]

ROFL !!!

Lawyer ? Rut-roh ! You just hit my hot button ...

Here is the ATLA’s Logo …

… and here are my renditions:

[JustAmy]

"I expected lots of fun and excitement"

Hey Chad ..... do like Chadsworth does, skip the poetry and go straight to the potpourri! LOL

[ken5050]

I'll try..if someone, anyone gives me a word that rhymes with "Chappaqua"

[JustAmy]

Those are so funny and so cute .... Thanks for sharing them.

[LisaFab]

Flappin' squaw?

[YaYa123]

And while I'm thinking of it...
My favorite quote (since I was a very bad little girl, and used to say it under my breath when my Mother was yelling at me). "I can smile, and while I smile, cut your heart out with a bloody axe"

I'll never forget where I heard it, an old black and white horror film I saw on a Saturday morning at the movies. Had to have been before I was ten years old. But I've always thought it was the villain quoting something famous.

I wonder if anyone is familiar with it? (Or would admit it)

I've always wanted to be on a Clinton rope line, smile sweetly, shake his or her hand, and utter that line.

[JustAmy]

So glad you came by today.
Thank you for sharing the really neat poem.

[YaYa123]

Chappaqua....filthy paws, off my under drawers....

Yikes! I'm in movie quote heaven this morning!