Me ol mucker Rodney is getting some pukka succour...tipple & tucker in Vienna.."prost" mate
Austrian foodie fold can’t break the mould caught in a fraught brasher sort of sport
Fought as thought who bought flasher Sacher torte that gets gold does hold court
Overwrought at seriously stodgy onslaught podgy tort sausages deliriously cavort
Or wish to toast an old dish flattered mattered most plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese tease keener gnashers sold on a leaner schnitzel wiener winning wheeze
Grinning will be a breeze hazy days on skis back slaps lazy naps and dodgy knees
Pleas beer on taps dread steer clear fear sinning head spinning schnapps traps.. please
Discipline is doing what you hate like you love it
Asking for more when you are past the point of quit
The dying of an old spirit to let a new one in
Forcing progression with a bittersweet grin
Just when it seems completely futile
When all you can feel seems abysmal
That is autophagy taking over
Out will come thyself leaner
Stripped of detritus
No longer a novice
There was a girl named Trina
She was a Pearl thin ballerina
Then she ate
Chocolate cake
Her thighs are no longer leaner
What is mist in my demeanour,
makes me fray when I am touched,
the thread is just a little leaner,
when the rug is pulled too much.
Adjust the light,
reduce the glare,
the eyes will compensate the glow
with just the right influx of air,
the breath will gently ease its flow.
Call from the candle,
the patterned handle,
generates the heat of light,
and when it’s bare without a sandal
the iron brands you in the night.
Aware of the feast,
release the craving,
the best will save it in a jar,
wearers might warn us by waving,
when our engraving made its mark.
A stark reality to territory,
we covert the dark to rest,
the part that sparks our own clarity,
and every fight is but a test.
Caressed the stretched out wing and body,
the rack and ruin of a maiden flight,
the pressed at best now torn and shoddy,
unless the pest drifts to new heights.
Despite the knit of what was woven,
the proven cloth still dares to shred,
the holes return to join the stolen,
fitting to nourish on what was said.
I cut some carbs
From the home team
They were dead weight
If you know what I mean
They took their at bats
But were never a hit
Since they turned fat
And slowed me a bit
Yet it wasn’t easy
Shedding the weight
Of seasoned players
Who came to the plate
But now we’re leaner
And back in the game
Where losing is winning
In our hall of fame
Catastrophically strange.
Radically loopy demeanor.
Anticipated to derange.
Zany either fat or leaner.
Yesterday it got even meaner.
HELLO SO CALLED FREE WORLD.!! Canada is a
Crown country...So is Australia..For the time being!
Melbourne was put under house arrest for twelve
Months..! For no crime whatsoever..Think on this!
Where is the fair governance?? Is there a valid one?
In Britain the originator of colonial law, Caroline
Farrow is under survaillance for speaking her thought
Jordan Peterson is being shoehorned into a programme
Of so called ( re education ) these people don't know
One another I presume.? What are we witnessing in
The case of the large sized lady shown in sports illustrated
What are we suposed to gather ? Its a sports publication
Are they a beauty magazine? Well I suppose in academic
Summation yes.' As you need a slim and resiliant body
To compete athletically..Yes?? So sports oriented peiople
Would intuitivally think a more leaner body more attractive
To compete, that then affects perception overall, whether
I or whoever sees the wider senario of beauty is not relative
In this context.! Which brings us too, why this cover page
In a sports oriented publication? Or was it just an entrappment ploy.? In both cases what is going on.?
A panda, called Amanda
thought she was so much grander;
and ever so much finer
than all the tea in China.
Although a little fatter
(Which did not seem to matter)
than leopard or the monkey;
she was, for sure, less chunky
than mistress trunky trunky;
who had the largest belly
this side of Eastern Delhi.
Amanda lazed, ate bamboo;
sometimes practiced her Kung-Fu
(which didn't make her leaner,
or alter her demeanor).
The panda called Amanda,
knew she was so much grander
than all creatures on the earth,
even with her portly girth.
Getting Older
As I'm getting older,
I'm not getting any bolder,
and women's attitude towards me is getting colder.
As I become a senior,
my demeanor becoming meaner,
my funds becoming leaner.
With all this trouble,
I'm living in a plastic bubble,
and you'll find my ethics in the rubble.
© 2 hours ago, Terence Cummings Smith rhyme
Is that not High School Justina:
The Elder Sister of Tina?
So, why us she is getting leaner,?
Praying and fasting like Lena?
Or modeling like Martina:
Body reshaping to turn winner?
Now the craving of A Pageant
Wanting to life make pleasant...
So, she's dumping scholarship
For on - stage applause and worship?
God, help Day - Dreaming Justina
And not count her Rebel sinner...
I'm a rambler, I'm a rover,
Yonder's where I long to be.
Where living's leaner, senses keener,
Grass is greener's home to me.
Tumbleweeds are my companions,
True vagabonds make best of friends.
Desert highways, country byways
All go my way in the end.
At times I get a little lonely
And think I might try settling down,
'til I remind myself that roots are binding,
And I hightail it out of town.
Guess I'll always be a drifter,
Yonder beckons, bids me come.
Around the bend my road's unending,
And where I lay my head tonight is home.
Sucked off by his vacuum cleaner
Vicar Jefs' wiener went leaner
His parish aghast
Told the cops, "Come fast"
The Judge called a Miss de Meanor*
(n.b., Baptist Jefs is now a
Registered Sex Offender so
guard your vacuum cleaner!
...Creamsicle Cat...
Orange and white
Crossing my path
Silent as night
...Creamsicle cat...
Steathy and slight
Smooth as butter
Quiet as light
...Creamsicle Cat...
Whiskers atwitch
Eyes naught but slits
Cohort of witch?
...Creamsicle Cat...
Tail low and still
Paw raised and tense
As only cats will
...Creamsicle Cat...
Of Icy demeanor
Not slim...Nor fat
but lithe and leaner
...Creamsicle Cat...
Here and then not
Where is he at?
Gone from that spot!
...Creamsicle Cat...
Fickle as mist
Where is he at?
And will he be missed?
...Creamsicle Cat...
Puzzling fellow
Enigmatic creature
Of white and yellow
Crossing my path
...in dead of night...
In herself she saw An Easy Winner,
Until she began to be thinner;
You should know what I mean: leaner
And for it earned the name Tina’
Together with ‘Lena’…
Then, she turned Dare-Devil fighter
And though things still got tighter
Not too long became lighter
Her Sun shining the brighter.
Now, she knows: nothing like Easy winner
The searcher for it, at first skinnier.
George Foreman is a friend of mine,
Of many times we chill.
Times together that we dine,
But not the man that you assign,
For George, he is a grill.
Of grills, he is the number one,
Which helps make meals a-gorge.
Or for a little bit more fun,
You can get the 5 in 1,
Of my friend, we call the George.
A waffle or a steak,
A burger or a weiner,
Sure there’s no mistake,
Whatever is you make,
It makes a little leaner.
For as it starts to cook,
The grease comes rolling down.
It forms a little brook,
The trap, it gives a look,
A pond of greasy brown.
Surely one can never doubt,
The bond that we did forge,
A partnership of greatest clout,
Winning meals at every bout,
Just me and my friend George.
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