Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Dated Hippie Tries Parody
Chestnuts roaring
on a roasting fire,
Jack Frost clawing
at my nuts.
Tiny Tots with their tablets aglow
shrieking at primitive figures
before they murder same. So?
Said before and further thus
what the hey!
This time For Real
Merry Freakin Christmas
anyway!Labels: Christmas, dated, defunct, games, generations, hippy, slang, tablet
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Millennial Trio
-Is my whole life getting on
Frisian Locomotives?
-No, your whole life consists
of stringing nonsense sounds.
-You, likewise, can't have a year
excluding October.
-You should. It's the gateway to
freakin ice!
-The dearth of tri-axial moonbeams
can no longer be ignored.
-Let’s ignore it anyway. Just for practice.
-My whole life...
-Not again!
-Your whole life consists of weakly
bitching for incoherent reasons.
-How rare to meet a true Millennial!
-Why not take a nice lay-down, Honey?
-My parents!
-Thought your little words were golden.
-As they hovered. And hovered!
-Helicopter Parents!
-Look around! They may be still!
-I don't need anyone anymore! I'm a
miracle as I stand. A living and
breathing...
-Uh huh?
-And the farmer took another
load away!
-If I became a farmer I'd make it better!
You’d see!
-Let’s give you an award now!
Before the fact.
-Ah but there are no facts!
Labels: fact, generations, language, language as avoidance, lazy, Millennials, theory, work
Thursday, July 07, 2016
The Vital Exercise
We climbed the rope ladder.
Carefully! As a team. Buck, Jasmine and I.
A wrong move could send the other two
smashing into the wall!
Anyway, slow process because of our ages.
Once there, we made sure to pull it up.
Just before the young wastrels packed
the courtyard, begging us to let it down!
Love the bitter looks waving over the
upturned faces.
As we thrust a unanimous finger at them!
Labels: age, experienced, generation gap, generations, ladder, selfishness, young
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Howling Devils Ice Cream
Zetz had been the rebel against
the orthodoxy of parents who
conformed flawlessly.
Any misstep viciously punished.
But they were no less unspairng
of themselves. When Mother helped
herself to the last piece of French
Apple Pie at the Church Supper, knowing
it was Mrs Donsey's absolute favorite,
she had no sweets for a month
Or the Mister taking a shot of Old Overholt
after a Christening. His favorite Mac and
Cheese disappeared from the menu for a year!
Anyway, Zetz escaped from the punishing
atmosphere to The Radcliffe Hicks School
of Agriculture at UConn, majoring in Dairy.
After junior exec-ing at Sealtest for three
years, he took the plunge and opened up
his own store on the West Haven Shore in
Savin Rock's Amusement Park.
All the flavors there were pretty conventionally
named before wife, Marselly. As a fierce atheist,
she invented Repeating Sinners for Chocolate
Macadamia, and Lusting Daughter for Butter Pecan.
Caused total disengagement with his fervent
parents. After only one Thanksgiving Dinner,
pictures of Saints looking down.
As to good old full and natural Vanilla, it could be just
that, or by the addition of a candy stick containing
hot pepper, Howling Devils!
But, Vanilla also eventually fell to Marselly’s wit: Rigid Spinster.
Though asked frequently to do so, Zetz would never
combine flavors in the same scoop. Sometimes the
children wanted pretty sherbert colors.
One night, Patty Hully, visiting from Rhode Island,
and the sweetest sixteen imaginable, coaxed him
to combine Rigid Spinster and Holy Smoke, a faint
plum concoction.
When he handed her the cone, her eyes became
pinwheels of fire.
He dreamt of them, and the following week was treated
by Dr Grimes for ulcers.
He helped along the medicine by eating a pint of Rigid
Spinster daily. Seemed smart then, dumb now.
His parents prayed an hour daily especially for him.
They never could be persuaded to do the same for
that wife of his!
Whatever. He got better for some reason nobody
could fathom, and they came up with new flavors.
He kept up his daily pint, but now added the fiery
candy stick for Howling Devils.
Parents bought new funeral clothes anyway,
and they molder away. As do they.
Labels: generations, ice cream, marriage, rigid morality, ulcers
