Which witch left this behind? We all asked with wonder.
The coach was fit to be tied, her voice sounded like thunder.
Approved witch wear meant stockings of red and white.
These colorful stockings were lovely, pretty much out-of-sight.
Do you think this striped hat was left by the same girl?
The coach asked this with a dastardly lip kind of curl.
We all kept our mouths shut, because we knew it was probably Wee.
She made our soccer team happy with her enthusiastic personality.
The dainty walk of Chinese women
beyond the Wall in olden days
was due to cruel and unusual punishment
confined and constrained by strange customary ways
victims of fashion prisoners of fad
small feet were in sadly big were bad
forced to wear a pair of lotus shoes
very small baby steps were all they took
altho' it wasn't until 1912 or so
when the girls were finally let off the hook
back then 'pon seeing his new-born daughter
especially when she cried
a Chinaman was bound to say
'Those toes are fit to be tied.'
While climbing the corporate ladder,
Jill zoomed right by Jack. He got madder
than a wet hen. Then, fit to be tied,
so determined to soothe his hurt pride,
he told lies on her. “Cheater!” he cried.
Everyone knew the unvarnished truth:
Jack was dishonest, mean, and uncouth!
Only ONE paid Jack any attention~~
his employer. I feel I must mention
Jack got kicked to the curb with no pension!
As for Jill, she has earned the respect
she is shown. All know she won’t neglect
any duty, and her employees
know she cares about them. Each, she sees
as a team member she’s glad to please.
In the swamps trained a young Jedi guy.
He could run, swim, and biking, could fly.
He was fit to be tied;
His olympic dream died.
In Dagobah, there is no tri.
I jumped to the lowest branch of the sycamore tree.
Away from the felines who had been chasing me.
I am the most suave and debonair tom around.
They have been chasing me all over this blasted town.
They have needs, and they want loving and kittens.
I am tired of them all, Covid has me wearing mittens.
My mask has fallen off, it is now on the ground.
Those felines are milling and mewing around.
Come on down, handsome, they yell my way.
I know they are testing positive, so here I stay.
They are sniffing my mask, contaminating it now.
I am fit to be tied about this, having a cow!
A year ago could we have guessed
we could be in bad times like this?
Where we'd be tethered to our homes
and could not our grand-children kiss?
It is lonely living alone
when none are allowed to stop by,
unless they stay six feet away.
It would make a stone grandma cry.
Easter came and then Easter left,
and we were left in the lurch.
We wondered how we could enjoy
Easter, without our loved church.
Political problems aside,
I truly am fit to be tied.
Why must we change our lives around
because someone in China has died?
It's because our world has shrunken.
We're only a few hours from there.
Bad things happen in any country
we in the USA must care.
We're coming back in short phases,
and no one in charge seems to care
that I'm needing my hair-dresser
to be able to do my hair.
By: Joyce Johnson
I am fed up with being an angry mom
I'm fit to be tied and their doing it wrong
I didn't ask for much, just some time alone
But 4 busy hands are tagging along
Oh how I love them. Let me count the ways
But this different person, this new phase
This figet spinner, epidemic craze
I feel like they hate me, most days
Each day they grow more wise
I see it in their intentional eyes
Manipulating mom provides a rise
With repetitive, horrific sounding cries
Go outside! I can't deal
Yes, my child, I'm for real
I need a moment of quiet and still
It's time to take my happy pill
I'd be long gone if looks could kill
But I'm still alive against my will
There must be a bucket you could fill
Just keep it outside so it can spill
Give me a break and I'll prepare a meal
It's truly a shame to feel this way
It's hard to feel and worse to say
My fried nerves have gone astray
But this is only every other day
Mollie's gone and lost her brolly,
left it on the bloomin' trolley,
what to do now she's fried,
Mollie's fit to be tied,
unprotected, without any lolly!
NOTE: for a dear friend!
'lolly' Br. slang for money.
Mollie's gone and lost her brolly,
left it on the bloomin' trolley,
what to do now she's fried,
Mollie's fit to be tied,
unprotected, without any lolly!
*******
Notes:
brolly = umbrella
lolly = money
bloomin' = friggin'
for the uninitiated...
What kind of ego is required to ignore
The obvious love of Creator and King,
As if there were profit in pushing aside,
The air that you breathe or the bird it's own wing.
His temple, your body, that you would destroy
And for what reason, just the blessing of life?
What blame does He share when you chose the wrong path,
For night dreams that slash at your soul like a knife.
What is the key to the peace that you're missing,
Where are the blessings we are all looking for,
If you're only help simply rests in yourself
You'll find loneliness is your one paramour!
Is there such shame in the sweet help of others,
And no pride when even new friends take your side?
Maybe there's something in you you're not seeing
That makes God's all knowing joy ‘fit to be tied.'
If He exists then aren't you His creation?
If He doesn't then is your anger in vain?
What does it cost to just trust His provision...
Watch water become wine, and tears turn to rain?
Brian Johnston
June 11, 2014
...to the one, the only
Mollie's gone and lost her brolly,
left it on the bloomin' trolley,
what to do now, she's tried,
she is fit to be tied,
unprotected, without any lolly!
just in case... brolly=umbrella, lolly=money!
I was on a mission of my own
Got caught up by her charms
Wanted to spend a little time
Wrapped up in her arms
Missing from my duty station
The captain was fit to be tied
I want to know where you are
Sorry, sir, that’s classified
I knew that there would be hell to pay
When I got back to the base
But my thoughts were on other things
As my fingers touched her face
She was the sun, the moon and stars
Words to an old love song
Her lips, the spark to start a fire
That had been dormant for too long
My buddy met me at the gate
He said man your butt is fried
Where the hell have you been
I said Can’t say, it’s classified.
Mollie's gone and lost her brolly,
left it on the bloomin' trolley,
what to do now she's fried,
Mollie's fit to be tied,
unprotected, without any lolly!
NOTE: for a dear friend!
With an ebony plunge in the sea tonight
With the sky in a rage and fit to be tied
emerging opacity sleeps in my eyes-
clouds to be burned at the seams
WIth a storm iron grey on the tip of my tongue
With wings, liquid wings as I take the plunge
emerging with silver flips licking my mouth-
on a night of insatiable hunger.
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