Steal the Bacon

Steal the bacon, crack the eggs
    What of those games we played

  Laughed off as childish felonies
    They haunt us now ~ life's cruel recipes
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Rodrigues Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 8:19 AM
For sure, our whimsies of the past, play over and over again. Our sins can only be erased by God. He’s are only hope!
Tor Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 7:57 AM
I have a few of those Gershon. I will never forget my father's favorite Pear Tree. It was full of ripe pears ready to be picked. The day before my father was going to pick, my cousin's Gabe and George came over to visit with my uncle. We went straight to the Pear tree and picked all the pears, and began throwing them at each other. When it was said and done, every pear on that tree was gone. LOL. My father did not think it was funny. Back then parents used belts and we all sucummbed to the belt.
Wolf Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 11:43 AM
Hanging in a bathroom is a new first for me. lol... As for belts, I can remember not sitting down for almost a week back in the day... My teachers didn't take to kindly to me standing, but they supported my father 100%, and he them. Those were the 'good old days,' I guess...
Rodrigues Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 8:20 AM
I betcha!
Fowler Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 7:39 AM
Hmmm...I remember my cousin put hot sauce in my uncle's favorite drink. :) Linda
Rodrigues Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 8:22 AM
Me and another waitress thought it was funny (because a cook kept pushing us to make him iced tea in milk shake containers)to put salt in his drink. He nearly killed us as we died in laughter!
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