My dad, who died at 55,
Is etched inside my heart,
Despite the fact it's almost
Forty years we've been apart.
Today's his birthday; had he lived,
There'd be a Carvel cake.
(One year I baked a cake from scratch,
But that was a mistake.)
I conjure up his face and there,
As clear as it can be,
A vision of him laughing
Is what floats in front of me.
That's quite a lovely legacy
For one to leave behind -
A smile and laughter tattooed
In a loved one's heart and mind.
Carvel Two for One Sundae
Occult Melt in Mouth Snickers,
Share Choice Wife Hot Fudge,
Old 'N Young Creamy Tongue Lickers!
A Beautiful Sailing Ship
Great white sheets spread before Auster's wind seem to fly.
She sails ocean rout's course coming from East Indies.
My eyes take in ship's sight: be her goods Celanese?
High top-gallants with main-royals full blown in sky.
Gale speeds merchantman's race toward home with pennant high.
White capped bowsprit now seen pitching through waves with ease.
Spray goes by the boards - rainbows in a right strong breeze.
SeaQueen makes for where huge London town markets lie.
She takes tea and cloth, jewels from Maylay Isles.
Cargo's weight is worth nine million in sterling paid.
Sleek windjammer still needs travel far thousand miles.
Fine East Indian prize conducting Bombay trade.
Bold coast pirates could be menace with corsair wiles.
Queen's speed keeps her well safe- no chance of carvel raid.
Copyright © ramfire ... [2002-07-11 09:42:33]
Skipping school to play baseball,
spending up all I got at the Mall;
having fun and laugh with girls
who love Coca Cola and burgers.
It's a day of fun for kids dripping with sweat,
if I'm lucky to hit a home run, I will freak;
Mario runs for first base, he doesn't make it:
we lose the game, our team was way too weak.
Now it's time for ice cream, we head for Carvel,
I spend all my saved money to pay for the bill;
I hope mom doesn't see the broken piggy jar:
she'll ground me, no playing on the monkey bar.
A red car pulls up the curb, it's ugly and clanky;
" Who's that lady with the straw hat? It's mom! "
" Come here, little brat; you're grounded,Tom!"
I just turn pale and say sorry for playing hooky.
Written on 5/17/2017
we have a fairly unique society
we're masters of energy conservation
and I don't mean of oil or electricity...
I mean bodily efforts, we waste no more
than we absolutely have to,
and that's no folklore...
we drive thru every aspect of life,
to get a burger, or wed a wife...
if a car ahead is moving too slow,
with our horns we let them know
they're slowin' down the American dream,
at a pace that makes us scream...
"come'on, G_d D_mn it,
move that piece of Sh_t!!"
it's a pay and pick-up world,
the fast track American lifestyle,
I doubt other societies would understand it,
unless they lived here for a while
our cell phones are ever at our ears
our money is now but plastic,
we still have a bunch of scary fears,
but it's such a stretch, it seems elastic,
we worry about how long it takes
to live our life our way
if you can cut it down real quick,
you'd keep waiting time at bay..
right, or wrong, I do not judge
cause I'm so busy here
at the Carvel drive-thru window,
impatiently waitin' for my fudge!