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It’s easy sticking to routines,
Though some might find it boring,
Yet out beyond your comfort zone
Are risks not worth ignoring.
Away from home, your bed and bath,
Especially untested,
Might make you worry that you won’t,
When morning comes, feel rested.
And all the unfamiliar foods,
So different and appealing,
May be too tempting to resist
And leave your stomach reeling.
And even if you do your best
To get your things together
And pack your suitcase carefully,
There could be freaky weather.
Another possibility
Is illness when you travel
And being sick away can cause
Your spirits to unravel.
I get why people never leave
Routines which keep them going,
But sometimes stepping out may tap
A part of you worth knowing.
Carnival without merit, affinity, and association
Brash, bellowing band bleeting notes in oscillation
Circus creatures cavorting about with every unseemly provision
Cascading, carnival chorus clanging through every subdivision
Haughty, kilted henchmen trotting in front of the procession
Decadently-dressed damsels fawning at mock adulation
Coarsely-clad clowns tromping along in derision
Freaky, festooned floats fluttering through every alley and intersection
Ghastly garlands strewn about with every drunken petition
Teaming, throbbing townspeople on marauding mission
Corrupt Councilors culled and paraded about in degradation
Frugal, free-loading foragers scraping up every token donation
Vacuous, votive vendors profitting from their abnegation
Ebullient, enterprising entrepreneurs scalping without aversion
Can we see all the evidence.? Is justice in residence? Under our glorious sun what dark deeds have been done.? We knew it
By the ( moniker lucky?) Which comes from lucifer.' It never before struck me.'
Now its rolling round inside of me.? Ned
Was a man who got pushed too far, and
The empires tentacles, reached out with fan-fare'
From South Africa, an inspector came and
A mass of Vic troopers, cannibal black trackers, and the papers smeared his name, that was in 1889.! Its quite simple and plain.' 2026 now, Dezi you killed too ( no body cameras worn?) So we are
Told.' Hey you coppers is that real true? Is it
Dinkum? Or just stinkin.? Whats emmenating from your heap.? Are there any real ( lawful coppers.?) Active.
? Maybe
They have resigned, or perhaps they're
Paid to sleep.? Yet let me raise the issue;
Of a battler.' ( known as Biff ) who has
had
A past of law-less-ness.' Yet has turned
around , and willingly gives, out his feats,
just a man of
Benalla where i'd once go to watch the flicks
Turned ( journalist ) you-tuber..in Vic the
Bloke still lives? So he did a minor
tresspass.! at the place where that
(rat-sell.!) Went down, to inform the
general public, about any freaky
actions? And what have we found.? That he's being taken to court..And its rumoured he'll face
A judge he has known for years.? The same judge Dezi was taking to court.!
Yes looks like ( predjudice to my eyes )
And it tolls, also dirge-like in my ears..So
Thats the type of system, in Victoria at least, yet the states are all connected mates.' Its the nature of the beast.! A shame before the world so wide, just corruption and cover-ups on all sides
Cause Biffs legal team (
has left him folks!!) Just like that..As
with Tommy Cooper's
Catch-phrase..( which led onto many jokes.')
Yes that is the absurd reality, so I wish Biff all the best ( and a full public gallery')
May you-tubers, swarm into the joint'
And God in justice the verdict fully annoint.)
You know what soccer football needs?
Bigger Goals!
An extra meter on each side of the posts.
Bigger Goals means More Goals!
With goals shot from wider out,
the game then would be far less defensive
with less endless back passing,
and shuffling the deck at the back.
Going All in for Goals,
would produce fairer results,
with less flukes and freaky results
holding the sway.
Imagine scores of 5-7, 10-8, 3-7!
What fans want to see is more goals!
What players want is more attacking football
and fairer results,
with more goals from their great shots, some from wider out.
Its so easily done, just shift the goals posts
out wider by a meter on each side.
What the World Cup Needs Now is
Goals, Goals, Goals!
I cling - you might think this is mean - hee hee
...but mom has fallen in love with a star.
Bewitched and switched by fortune cookie, she
has thrown a temper tantrum big so far.
She’s pimple gained and my large waist, and frown,
but I look fantastic - I’m phat for him.
I lock her in my room - I wear her gown.
She’s red as blood, her big fat legs not slim.
The bag is banging door - she threatens me.
So this’s tough love and that’s no way to treat
a bombshell-child and groom who’s wild for she.
I’ll slide a tray and feed her soon - I’m sweet!
This flip-flop worked just great for me, dear mom!
Like you taught me, just count to ten — be calm.
Date: 1/4/2019
Contest: Movie Magic
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Name of movie & chosen character - Freaky Friday/Daughter
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Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.
Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks.
Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers.
Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards.
Blithe blighted bladders blatantly block blades.
Blazing blasts bleed blooming blenders.
Fumbling fumes funerals fast.
Feuding fluid furniture flutters flaps.
Fighting flatulent flamingos flounder.
Floating flotillas flee flying flops.
Families foment future futile forms.
Freaky frozen French fries frighten frogs.
Raised a thumb, hitched a ride
random raced, inside
a freaky, desert mirage—
—then took it——solo
and slammed smack dab
into Slab City.
Oasis to lost, wandering souls
outcasts, living off society’s Grid
—crash landed—
into immediate immersion
of oddball oddities and eccentricities.
Psychedelic dreamscapes
mixed with Truth tellers—
—Salvation Mountain, God’s love
and John 3:16.
then, around the corner
East Jesus, where heathens
and aliens commune.
Find your path, your truth
within Coke bottle walls
Madonna shrines, plastic people
junk art sculptures—-
—-RV snowbirds and hippies
living side by side.
Commentary complimentary—
—spun from a grey bearded elder
telling tales of the glory days—
—of protests and picket lines
—of hazy days, flower children
and far out, rainbow dreams.
• Those Meat Pies/Tony Adamo/2011
Straight to the head groove in hip time/ lay me out man It's jam time/ Ya know the funk is slight/ It's tight/ bright syllables in five four time/Walkin' the beat on low down street/ her hips got me in a deep trip/ high on the smell of her sex/ her ex is Ted the freaky flex/ sippin a black coffee brew on a hot musky day/ lovin you baby is the only way/walkin' the dog on a four lane highway/ drum sticks as chop sticks/ Man do fries go with that shake/ subway fusion' dance hall bumpin' grinding bodies to the iphone dance/ can you see it? Love has got you in the trance/ the acid head trip/ street corner junkies lyin' bout their lives/ mama makin' those meat pies/ dive in brother and sisters the hipsters teachin" ya how to side step the squares/ have it your way love on the rocks with a hard knock chaser/ Man I'm flyin out JFK/ get me outta here I changed my mind straight up/ my passport says Paris France/ My feet say hip me to the nearest dance/ Where's that ladder at? I need to climb out of this heat/ Art Blakey and the jazz messengers birdland brunin/better grab your girlfriend cause she's in love with the band/ Clifford Brown/
Brownie was the man/ dead at 25/his influence lay heavy on those young cats
including Donald Byrd, Lee Morgan, Booker Little, Freddie Hubbard, Woody Shaw, Wallace Roney,/ I put a match book cover under a table lag to help me balance up my thoughts on settin up shop to sell my jazz vinyl / No free give away today/ wait was it true/ the great Gerry Mulligan was waiting tables at a little jazz dive called the ashtray/ waiting for the nite to fall so he could jump the stage and free himself/ be himself into the kool jazz scene/(Chet Baker Sings, It Could Happen to You/ Me? yes you bro/ Mike Clark and the Headhunters/ What was that he said?/ oh it's Thelonious Monk in shades and beret/ diggin life the Thelonious way
Tony Adamo Hipspoken Word
THE BUTCHER SENT THE PORK.
SHE TOLD THEM, I DON'T
KNOW WHY THAT DAMN
FOOL, ORDERED THOSE
PIGFACES.
12 PIGFACES, THAT'S
ENOUGH FOR A PARTY.
IF HE THINK'S I'M GONNA
COOK THEM, HE GOT
ANOTHER THING COMING!
HE BETTA GET THAT CHICK
DOWN AT FREAKY
SWIGGLE TO COOK'EM, I HEARD HE
AND THOSE HUSSIES WHERE
DOWN AT THE GOOPY-GLOOP
GRINDING ALL OVER THOSE WHORES,
HE BETTER GET THAT OLE, GAL
OF FEDDIE TO COOK'EM, CAUSE I AINT!
GOT NOUGH BEER TOO!
DAY GONE PARTY WITH THEM HO'S!
BETCHA ONE OF THEM GOT
GHONNOREA OR SUMTHANG,
WHY WOULD THEY BE PARTING WITH
THEM PEOPLE, I DON'T KNOW!
LORRD CALL THAT DAMN FOOL
AND TELL HIM, HIS EVIL FOOD IS HERE !
ahh baby
dat aint what they said
you playin game
messin wit my head
look here baby
let me get dat
the night is ours
I want that drummacat
care re she mo
don't you ask
how bout you let me
spank dat A$s!
spend dah nite
grindin that thang
bring yo' draws
you gone need ah change
she say!
it's hot!
it hot!
I'm hot ripe and ready!
Hot, Hot Ripe and ready
why dude looking
who dat is
ya'll doin thangs
got sum kids
look let's get this straight
I like how you dance
come go wit me
let me get in dos' pant
tickle dat poo-nassy-dew
bussa couple off inside of you
eat sum eggs
when morning cums
soap you up
and lather you down
she said
it's hot!
hot!
hot!
hot, ripe and ready!
Hot!
hot !
Hot !
ripe and ready !
aint nobody home
let's go inside
take them strangs off
take me
for ah ride
give me sum of dat
sweet, sweet love
let me get me sum
grind my bone down
wit yo' tongue
sleep wit me
let me go down
whisper yo name
cause I love the sound
she said
how sweet it is
let me do my thang
she start kissin me
treat me like ah king
on the freaky side
she been round
no problems getting
her to go down
she said
baby it's
hot!
hot !
hot!
ripe and ready!
hot!
hot !
hot !
Ripe and ready!