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KETTLERS RESPONSE
KELP... WE WANT TO BRING IN TO THE INTERVIEW AREA
THE ONE AND ONLY: THE WORLD FAMOUS
" THE KETTLER" PIPPA GRATERY.. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
GIVE HIM A ROUND OF APPLAUSE.
( PAUSING TO LET THE CROWD RESPOND)
KELP... THEY LOVE YOU KETTLER
THEY KNOW THAT THE BIGSKY, IS OUT TO GET YOU
THEY KNOW THAT NEXT TIME YOU AND THE BIG SKY HOOKUP
IT'S TO NAME THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER
TO THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE.
THEY SAID IN TEXAS IT'S GONNA BE A ROADHOUSE RULES CONTENTION MATCH
A MATCH WERE YOU CAN WIN BY COUNT OUT
NO DISQUALIFICATION
AND IT'S BEST OUT OF THREE FALLS
AND THE CORNERMEN ARE TO BE STRAPPED TO THE CORNER POST
TO LIT CONTACT AND INTERFERENCE
THEY APPIONTED TWENTY SUPERSTARS
TO STAND IN THE WAY OF
OUTSIDE INTERFERANCE
AND THEY PUT
SPECAIL GUEST REFFEREE IN CHARGE
THE BIG SKY MADE NO MENTION OF THIS IN HIS INTERVEIW
WE THINK HE DOESN'T SEE YOU AS A CREDIBAL CONTENDER
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY TO THAT?
kETTLER... IN HONOR OF ALL THAT PEOPLE LOOK TO FOR GUIDANCE
AND ALL THAT I SEE AS SOMETHING WORTH SAYING
I AM AT A LOST FOR WORDS..HUH: I AINT GOT NOTHING TO SAY.. ALL I WANT THE PEOPLE TO KNOW
IS THAT YOUR VALUE OF YOUR TICKETS HAVE DOUBLED
CAUSE THE SHOW IS ALL SOLD OUT
AND THE NAME ON THE MARQUE SAY'S KETTLER
AND YOU KNOW WHAT I'M ALL ABOUT.
THE BIG SKY WANTS TO US ME TO GUIDE HIS CAREER INTO STARDOM
HE WANTS ME TO TALK TO MY PEOPLE
AND TELL THEM HOW GREAT HE IS.
I USED A FULL NELSON AND BEAT THE BIG SKY IN TORONTO..
BEFORE ANOTHER SELL OUT CROWD.
I DID ONCE BEFORE
AND I'M GONNA DO IT AGAIN.
EASY
ONE
TWO
THREE!
KELPS.. THAT KETTLER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN..
My lady and I have gone for an amazing ride,
Some bumpy, few curves, some narrow or too wide.
The path we're trudging is steep up hill,
Fear not coz we haven't lost any hope still.
The cost to live gave us a big bill;
But sooner or later, our kitty's will fill.
The world has come to this covid standstill,
But our work continues like a windmill.
It's a routine to have this daily drill,
The secret to success has no magic pill.
My wife's my heart and she is my only will;
She's worried a little, but I tell her to chill.
Coz even if she falls, I'm there to hold her still;
Our morals are high so the goals we set would never ever quell !
VijayG
Which beers my dears bring you to tears
Beardy weirdy freaks hipster peaks & nadirs
Slatted bar with glam flutes or bizarre jam jar
Cheers to toots & hoots hirsute tatted peers
Sham craze for cloudy ales or clear yesteryear pales
Old school IPA mule or cool daze ways holds sway
Some fools viral spools spiral amaze as they drool
Not a phase always had haze it's the cardinal rule
Or a silly quip & blip has a nip of a chilli dip in it
Knows zip flip let rip Indian trip phrase you twit
Gawking and balking because they're talking s**t
All about malty pout haughty clout of a naughty stout
Cooed am a lamb to the slaughter for rip snorter porter
Wooed by stock of stellar Bock or cellar brewed Keller
Wheat poo pooed too funkily sweet for this crude fella
Rude taking the mick trick to pick a drop in perfect nick
Chaps won't cower to the lure of cocktails at happy hour
Ruddy cheeked fuddy duddy who is perhaps too dour
Appears fake dreams it seems of a career as a critic
Slating grating ratings mapped trapped on untappd
Skeptic fears musty skunk & fusty funk that is lambic
Brett regret bristles don't fret won't let whet my whistle
Sneers debunk the rusty gunk flower glower of sour
Jeers but bet the ripple of Tripel is still the top tipple
For any cynic or pundit in their Merchant Ivory tower
Hail tale of quirky murky or another stale lager saga
Heaven forbid get rid of sweet & sickly treat for a kid
Snooty about the booty of rank dank stank too fruity
For fecks sake must forsake that milkshake mistake
If tasked or someone asked what's my perfect beer?
Not the new frontier..bask in cask ...holy grail of ale
Suggest zest from noble not global hops treasure chest
Attest not treason manifest reason better than the rest
Beer to pleasure every season that stalled then schooled
What is after all the true quest & have you got a clue test
Which is why I contest you go with the one called "Best"
I have greatly coveted the sounds
so unlike the ones that were released
whenever I spoke, those more acclaimed
attention-getting ones.
My calling to communicate with my voice
did not seem to blend with the lack of quality
in my voice. I have sometimes seen my voice
quality as a 'thorn in the flesh'. At times,
inwardly, I have felt like being held captive
by my 'speaking voice'.
There were always such longings for difference,
wishing I could have that one captivating thing.
I felt such acquisition was vital if I was ever
to be heard and respected in my chosen profession.
My voice quality fell short of what I both desired
and felt was anticipated by audiences. I always thought
that I needed more base and volume to release more
masculinity in my voice.
This seeming weakness of mine has followed me
throughout my career, but I have always been able
to give my all and do my best with the speaking voice
that God gave me.
Indeed, although this weakness has assaulted me
secretly, I have never allowed it to stop me.
At some point, I came to realize that I simply
was not going to be blessed with a 'broadcasting
baritone of a voice'.
.
By God's grace, I have been able to rise to every
occasion and every opportunity afforded to me.
Mikey is an Invictus man,
Gets many medals in archery,
Sporty and keen he continues,
From his previous Army career.
In the Queens Dragoons Guards,
Whilst training he got stuck, fell,
From a rope bridge: broken neck,
Spine, and paralysed from chest.
Help for Heroes helped him live,
He joined the recovery programme,
Several sports took him clean:
Cycling and Ironman triathlons.
But the moment he held a bow,
He knew that archery was his,
To reap with and to sow, build,
To elevate his wins and attempts.
And he was so good at it, supreme,
That HfH asked him to start, set up,
An archery programme for them,
At Phoenix House Recovery Centre.
He took individual bronze, Invictus,
And also team gold. In Holland,
He won a solid individual gold,
And also the team bronze, in 2015.
In Czechoslovak Mikey landed,
The team with a bronze to boast,
And is determined a medal to win,
In Rio, at the Summer Paralympics.
He was born on the 20th of July,
In the year 1975, crude rock days,
And lives in St Martins, Shropshire,
Shooting at Scorton Archery Club.
One of the best entertainers of the last century,
this man’s collection of hit records is something to see!
His recording career commenced in nineteen thirty-three
He came from a small Pennsylvania town called Canonsburg.
This place is located just twenty miles south of Pittsburgh.
This famous crooner started in his town as a barber.
However, his true talent came forth as a great singer.
He started out singing with Freddy Carlone’s big band.
When he joined Ted Weems’ orchestra, he achieved fame at hand.
A wartime CBS radio show brought some success.
However, the NBC network found his great prowess.
Como was signed to a long-term contract with RCA.
Success with recordings and show business were on their way!
He appeared in shows on radio and television,
Fourteen certified number one songs came in succession.
“’Til The End of Time” and “It’s Impossible” can be found
With “A-You’re Adorable”, “Hoop-De-Doo”, and “Round and Round”
His great career lasted for more than half a century.
He certainly was a great man to listen to and see!
The alarm clock sounds off to the tune of Neil Young’s, There’s a World.
A place that is non-existent in today’s life of a constant upwhirl.
Our dreams and aspirations are put to the side.
To get ready for the day of demands and haste for pride.
We enter our vehicles to begin a long drive, tiredness and red eyed.
To a place called work.
That requires you to do the tasks for that special perk.
No time to think.
No time to blink.
Your life is full of deadlines, distractions, until the pen runs dry, out of ink.
For hours on end, is this constant repetitive action.
You’re told what to say.
You’re told what to do.
Colleagues are fighting over who is using the offices favorite glue.
We are all in this mess together.
Bound like pieces of sewn up stitches of leather.
All for the reward.
A paycheck to continue to do it over and over again.
Feeling like a dartboard.
Designed, controlled in the trap.
It is the life of a well paid collapse.
I met a homeless man whose name
I don't recall, but he had what sounds like
A million dollar voice.
I met Cal who said he was an electrician
which is not a career requiring great voice quality;
But he had a million dollar voice.
Tim used to own a swimming pool business.
He was homeless when I met him.
But he had a million dollar voice.
I thought such a voice would bring greater success.
So, I have often longed for a voice more like theirs;
One with a little more base and a little less tenor;
One that quickly commands attention when spoken.
God chose not to give me such an authoritative voice.
But I have not declined to use the voice God gave to me.
Anyway, at the end of the day,
It's not about the tenor or the base.
It's about what the voice actually said.
Although I have no recollection of the day when I was born…
my parents said it was a cold day in December…sometime in the early morn.
Whenever I ask myself why was I born on that cold day in December
I stop a moment to think about my life…and take time to remember…
And though I can’t remember every moment
as the years and my memory have intertwined…
I do remember some that are etched within my mind.
I remember the town where I grew up…because it’s influence never ends…
and some of the people I grew up with…I still proudly call my friends.
I remember the day I became a teacher…
standing in my first classroom filled with apprehension…filled with fear…
and I remember many of the students…I taught in my career…
I remember the day I became a father…how proud I was…how glad…
I remember the day Bryan first smiled at me…
and I transformed from a father to a Dad.
I remember the daughter who followed…I remember life beginning to swirl…
for just as I was getting comfortable raising a son…I’d now be raising a girl…
I remember the day I married Deborah…and how when that day was done..
what started out as two separate families…were blended into one.
I remember the birth of my grandchildren…1 amazing girl and 3 wonderful boys….
and how, when I hear them call me PopPop…my heart still fills with joy.
I remember the day Damien our eldest grandchild…asked Trista to be his wife…
and I remember the day together they brought Violet to life.
And when I stop remembering I smile…felling joyous…contented and pleased…
to be lucky enough to have lived a life filled with memories like these.
Memories that began on a cold day in December…sometime in the early morn…
which through the years have helped me realize
all the reasons I was born.
An American legendary comedian and actress
Now smiles on new stamp of USPS
A long-lived fellow born in Illinois
With perpetual charm and glamor, oh boy!
Betty Marion Ludden-- her real name
Her screen role and contributions brought her fame
First woman who produced the American national TV show
A sitcom star with various awards, still to mention below.
For almost seven decades on vast screen appearances
Brought world-wide entertainment, great happiness
From radio, starred on TV productions and variety shows
Game show host icon and on Emmys--winning awards snow!
Considered as Guinness World Record Holder
For Longest Career on Female TV Entertainer
An author of six books, some with audio, a talented writer
Her charity works advocated animal rights, so remarkable!