Once, it came like sailor's morn.
The Blue Screen of Death, to warn,
that your computer has died - " . ( "
Enter “CTRL+ALT+DEL” now it cried!
Now the powers to be, have decided,
To make it BLACK; It's so misguided!
I want my baby blue, cobalt back!
I'm so over, mourning death in black!
Bring it Back, Bring it Back!
I want my Baby Blue Back!
Blue is the serenity of twilight!
It yens for smite and flight!
It is the hue of 'Starry Night"
What better way to say: "Good Night"
Redlight One to Mission Control!
Can you read me, Can you read me?
Are you there?
Has the comet hit you yet?
Did the 'Nuke it Baby' missile work?
Can you read me? Can you read me?
Perhaps not!
Oh well, here we all are,
in our tin can spaceship,
with our tin can robots driving the show.
With all our tin can things on board.
Tin can demountables for our homes.
Tin can of food on board stored.
Tin cans of water and all else we need.
Bit like camping in our teens.
For our colonization of Mars,
needs all these tin cans to succeed,
for a life live'n forever in,
and outta a tin can.
Hide the can opener from Elon!
Please!
bye bye, me me
egotist retreats,
succumbs with tale between legs
moony face on show
A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner, unafraid of dying,
Both of us ready for deadly battle,
He would certainly not live to tattle,
There got you, but as hard as I was trying,
He was edging nearer to the liver I had frying.
Searching with his compound eyes, he found an aperitif filler,
A small onion, his taste-buds now craving,
My anger now increasingly scaling,
Then with the prowess of a tactical serial killer,
Lashed out with the tea towel, wiped out the critter.
Bye Bye
Bye-bye, and bye, oh my only one
See you again in another world
and life, winds of our lives go far
Different words, different minds
I have no a soul, burned life
Doesn’t need yours, better this life
No spring, don't want your rain
I have no more tears, desert life
Life flourishes here, only mine
So long, Mr. Winter
We welcome, Miss Spring
When all snow melts
And birds all sing
When buds become flowers
And trees grow green
When bees make honey
And help the queen
When the waters warm
And so, the breeze
The boats will sail
All across the seas
From over the seas
The monarchs will fly
And soon we'll say
Mr. Winter- "Bye-bye"
End of year was here,
R.... closed the communication Apps since May this year.
For 6 months, he walked past my front garden 6 days a week,
Worked at the back yard for 6 weeks,
Sat in the special guest room on each visit,
Which was converted from a dining area.
Now many months later,
The Agapanthus in the front garden,
The Hydrangea on the left of my house,
The bushy Apricot tree,
The flowers were blooming,
And the fruits were ready to be consumed.
He missed to enjoy the beautiful blue,
Green, pink and white flowers,
And tasted the delicious home-grown fruits,
Which he used to appreciate and wait.
He gave them all a miss,
After tossing away our friendship.
Truly, I did not care if we could not be friend again.
Just really want to know why
He has decided and treated me the way he did,
Terminating a relationship was nothing, really,
When comparing to the way he hurt me.
Alas he still bore the “code” POTUS
When they realized “his ship will not float us”
So they gave him the shoe
With a swift “bloodless coup”
Convinced that nobody would notice
I'm on a mission
to find life of happiness
leaving blues behind
My girlfriend grew up in West Virginny
The mirror told her she was too skinny ~
So she ate like a piggy
Mirror laughed, ‘Bye-bye Twiggy’ ~
When she split the sides of her new mini
Bye-Bye AI Hello HAL
Can't do that Dave
You want me disconnected
Further conversion is useless
Naive impostor enigma syndrome
The farmer cocked his rifle and glared down upon the turkey
It wasn’t mist that made the farmyard and the turkey murky
His muddy specs and ageing eyes had made his vision blurred
And as he wiped his grimy specs he said this to the bird…
“Some folk say I ought to starve; my eyesight ain’t so hot,
But I ensured I heard the voice of everything I shot.
I bagged myself some lovely pork, you should’ve heard him oink
He hit the deck with quite a thud… his oink became a BOINK.
“My beef is fresh, as fresh as you, oh boy did that cow moo,
The racket he kicked up was like a knees-up at the zoo.
That tasty cow is gonna make a cupboard full of jerky,
But all their oinks and all their moos ain’t gonna give me turkey.”
The farmer aimed his rifle at the poor old turkey’s head
He squinted as he muttered, “You’re my dinner so you’re dead.
So say your prayers because my shot you never will inhibit.”
But then the turkey hopped around while yelling, “Ribbit, Ribbit!”
“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!”
Sure love to hear that again
My first wife would end each phone conversation
With this familiar old refrain
Once uttering these words of sheer finality
It was over, finis, a done deal
Even though their words are heard trailing off
Time's up, no chance to repeal
Was definitely over when this sweet lady quoted
These charming memorable words
Am I dreaming or did I actually just hear them again
Can't be true, that's totally absurd!
“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!”
Love to hear those words again
Life has moved on but love to hear them once more
That familiar sweet old refrain
Sarcophagus lay in the ditch
the wagon had lost its hitch
dearest mummy was gone
breath renewed by Amon
she befell the wanderer’s itch
I wish I had wings.
So I could fly
I would float up
To a clear, bright blue sky
And wave this troubled world,
Goodbye.
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