Friday, November 11, 2016
The Light Side of Dangerous Times
I give Lucyanne all the credit.
Her sexiness. Brought in Otto,
wide between the ears and shoulders,
but a special talent.
Not in the lovemaking area, but she
can learn him that.
What he's good at is food riots.
Last time he come home with Institutional
Size Pepperidge Farms Cookies!
Grandpa grabbed off the double fudges, so
it was double fudge in, triple fudge out!
That's our family! Can't get far without
a joke.
Labels: cookies, Family, food riot, love, Romance
Thursday, May 05, 2016
Reasonable Coherence
The new reorganization philosophy in an office
that had last suffered through
Team First!
RC sought sensible outcomes through sensible means,
and with personnel not bending themselves like Gumby.
Tough sell, though, by Mr Carkswell, brought in to institute it.
Mrs Carkswell's first husband was Farmer Joe, deceased.
That couple seemed to have Reasonable Coherence built in.
Anyway, she got up before Carkswell did and baked a box of
chocolate chip cookies.
Said box still warm on the train, which nearly went collectively
mad with the aroma.
Staff went ravenous, and each dropped in to his office with
a phony question re Reasonable Coherence.
The next week, Farmer Joes, a sort of molasses cookie.
To his memory also, she tossed in a shot of his moonshine.
After this, Peanut Butters cinched the deal. She ground her own.
Berts and Mongo started the office mantra, when they laughingly
said to Carkswell “We will do your will!”
Then others said the same, not laughing.
Anything could go too far. Example: the spotted box which Carkswell repeatedly used had been stolen, and some say eaten.
He didn't worry. Could scale everything back, using the principles
of Reasonable Coherence.
But, of course, the cookies had to continue at any rate.
A shiny new box each week was the compromise.
Labels: appetite, cookies, morale, office, reorganization, reorganization fatigue, workplace
Saturday, January 31, 2015
The Romance of RVing
Jixxy used ‘em and threw ‘em away!
Before Stella, that is. Her RV kept him around, and its
Friday Ritual.
He’d shower at the campground, chucking the robe
as soon he got back into the RV.
Thence, danced as she drove while glimpsing his
strenuous efforts in the jiggling mirror.
When he finally bowed, all-hair like a wet ape, she
usually spotted a quiet place to pull in.
After everything, the icy milk she had placed an hour
before in the tiny freezer, and her chocolate chip cookies,
still warm and aromatic in the airtight canister he had
bought at Home Depot.
And she had lined with waxed paper.
“They’re forever,” he mused, lightly burping, a
string of sweat beads on his upper lip, through
the milk there.
“As if we could wait!”
“Like us! You Sex Bomb!” concluded he.
Labels: cookies, Home Depot, milk, Romance, RV, sex, wet ape, wet hair
