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Have you hugged a llama today
Or a bunny or a kangaroo
You'll feel all squiggly and giggly inside
And a bit rumpity bumpity too
Not only will you feel all squiggly inside
But these guys will be wearing a grin
They sure like receiving those huggeroonies
You'll notice their tails start to spin
So if you spy a sad looking teddy
Or a kitten with eyes full of tears
Tell them you love 'em and hold 'em tight
You'll chase away all of their fears
Tonight when mommy tucks you in
And gives you a big snuffily kiss
Remember the lonely animals out there
Blow them a kiss and don't miss
There's a moral here, haven't found it yet
Maybe it's hiding under a chair
Hugging llamas and other poor creatures
Really tells them you care
Growing up with the personalities like the Pope and the Queen, was interesting.
One wanted the house perfect, with no words spoken, only duty to perform the women chores as a wife.
A wife in her duty to her husband and family, no other issue could come before. The Queen always wanted her freedom, to do works of charity, to work outside the house, to look beautiful and to have fun and to join groups of interest.
The Pope only wanted prayer and domination over the women and the house. Not allowing for work or anything else. The Queen rebelled and took her liberty, causing a break in the household.
The Queen wanted all the things that were around her, like having fun and making herself feel good.
The Pope had no patience for fun or games, only a serious face, that made us all feel afraid.
The Queen took her time but made her way, to live the life that she had always dreamed.
The Pope was greedy sometimes, because he failed to let the Queen grow. Causing the family to suffer a blow. The blow was felt by the whole group leaving a trajectory that set a path for all to see.
The Pope and the Queen set a tone, for many years would be felt, like the scar on skin, the past always leaves a mark.
The Pope and the Queen, could have made better choices, leaving others with brighter memories.
So, when you think, remember you could be like them, so make a mark with your life, that will led to brighter paths for all of us.
Life is a path, we make the path, light it with our choices, love and forgive and correct when we can, this may make a better tomorrow for all.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
News You Can Use
This is Johnny Lately with Channel Too News
Coming to you live from under my bed
Along with all the staff and crew here at Cannel Too News
Wishing you a happy news day
We make it all up as we go in our sleep and in dreams
From the comfort of egos and beds… or under them
The weather is better down here
We invent that as well… It is always clear
Here we are at home and I’m not alone.
Mom’s making me cup a soup
And that’s the scoop
From channel Too News
All the news you can use 24 hrs. a day
We say it as we see it and we see it as we say it
Right off the top of our heads
And from under our beds
Beds that will never be made
As our mothers are our maids and slaves
We hide from the world with our power
And there’s probably no news out there… and who cares
If we say that it’s snowing then that’s how it’s going
So you better invest in some plows
I’m Johnny Lately with Channel Too News
With all the news you will ever use… for now
Dear Santa,
As you may well know,
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead,
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up the legs so that there is more space,
can't have my gifts falling all over the place.
I hope you don't mind, as my wine you consume,
please try to be silent when entering my room.
I'm a light sleeper and at my age, which is quite a pain,
if I lose too much sleep, then it addles my brain.
You may kiss me sweetly if I'm in deep slumber
mistletoe on my pillow, plus telephone number.
I promise to leave you a home-made mince pie,
though the pastry's gone soggy
'cause the onions made me cry.
Myopia means recipes I really struggle to see
though onion in mince pies' is a new one on me.
But the pies are quite tasty as I'm sure you'll agree
and if you're still hungry, then have two or three!
There's a drop of fine whisky which you may try too,
bought by my late husband circa 1952
'twas in an old bottle I found in the shed
my hubby drank most of it afore dropping dead.
I think you're so special, dear old Santa Claus,
now here's what I would like you to leave in my drawers:.
1. A pretty box - so I may store my false teeth so neat,
so I can find 'em when I gets me something to eat.
2. A walking frame 'cause I am liable to fall,
and falling, alas, does you no good at all.
3. Some California Poppy, as supplies now seem so short,
if this scent can't be found I will smell like a horse.
4. A pair of big knockers, for front and back door.
A warm cosy nighty, don't need see-throughs no more.
5. Get me a back scratcher, please, if you can,
I can't scratch that itch since I lost me old man.
6. Also an emergency underwear kit,
as nowadays there's times when I don't quite make it.
7. If you have a big dog, leave it in the back yard,
I'll treat quite kindly, if me it will guard.
Thats all the gifts on my Christmas wish list,
but I'll settle for more Santa, if you insist.
I haven't been naughty for many a year,
when awaking, I expect all my gifts to be here!
Merry Christmas!
Looby Loo x
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Christmas 2020
A unique experience as well as a great pleasure
To be done in your leisure
Is that every child who places their mouth in front of a
Bubble wand will be the thrill and adventure
Of blowing bubbles.
A child with lips puckered blowing out air in to the
Gooey, sticky, and full of liquid bubble wand will be
Bring forth light airy bubbles that come in sizes of
Small, medium, and large.
Out comes two or four some times even up to eight
The wind blows taking them in to flight.
The sun shines on to our bubbles.
A few seconds later we see colors of green, blue,
purple, and yellow.
If we blow to hard, yes, we have some bubbles pop,
And explode right before our eyes.
So slow down, take a deep breath, and blow my
Friend as many bubbles as you can.
For once they're gone, they are truly gone.
We never knew She-Fee really. She was our cousin, but
She was banished practically the first time my parents saw her.
Strange my father pronounced almost immediately.
My mother was horrified by her command of adults.
We were drawn to She-Fee for she was full of clever silliness.
She had a monarch on her cheek and a dragonfly followed her.
They are afraid of me, she told us, pointing to our aunt and uncle.
I call them 'Will Do Anything' and "Glad I Am Stupid'.
We were amazed. We had never seen Uncle Will speechless.
He laughed maniacally, because I think he was nervous.
Aunt Gladys ran off crying. Which is how assertive our cousin is.
It was our first visit with her, a two-day trip we never made again.
She was six-years-old at the time, completely in charge of them.
They were her easily manipulated minions, not her gatekeepers.
We had a lovely day or two watching her order them about.
The next time I saw her, was at their funeral.
She came out of the forest to watch us but not really.
She wore a giant rose bud teacup on her head, hiding her eyes.
Deer and a squirrel followed her. I was delighted, remembering her.
She waved without lifting the cup,
Then went back into the forest.
Obviously, she had new subjects to command.
Jimmy was our class clown in tenth grade.
He especially liked kidding our over-wrought, hand-wringing English teacher.
She droned on and on and on in such a dry, dull way, every 55 minute period.
It was especially exasperating to those of us who could read.
After about thirty-five minutes of it,
Jimmy would slide himself onto the super wide window sill
And disappear out the window, screaming all the way down,
as if he had been killed.
We would all laugh and some idiot would yell
“Jimmy fell out the window!” as if it was unusual.
The teacher nearly had a heart attack each time.
Of course I did not realize until later why it was a big deal.
Jimmy landed quite softly on a rather large Mulberry
bush under the window sill, never getting hurt.
We would all rush to the window and look out.
Laughing at our grinning Jimmy who had brought joy to class again.
The principal would soon bring a grinning Jimmy by the ear back to class.
If our English Teacher had ever looked up from her book or stopped her droning she might have seen Jimmy sliding onto that cement windowsill.
I marveled that she never changed her routine in any way.
Double your love back I'm guarantee
To forever make you forever happy
Double your love back
Take a chance on me
I come with a life long warranty.
So how can you lose?
How can you refuse?
Come on now and choose
Choose to spend all your time with me
Who else can state it is fact?
That if we ever should part
I'll give you double your love back
Double your love back
And win back your heart
Who else offers you as much?
Who else can promise you true?
Who else do you know?
That's not afraid to say I Do, I Do.
Double your love back I'm guarantee
To forever make you forever happy
Double your love back
Take a chance on me
I come with a life long warranty.
I know you want to go
Let me get my coat and hat.
I know you hate to be so late.
We’re gonna miss the acrobat.
Get in the car, it isn’t far
You can see the tent downtown.
Clap your hands, you can hear the band.
The circus has come to town.
I see a jamboree.
The party has just begun.
Find your seat, it’ll be a treat.
It’s time we had some fun.
Now we’re here in an atmosphere
Of colors and sights and sounds.
Yell a big hello to the greatest show.
The circus has come to town.
Over there, a dancing bear!
Watch the elephants play.
The lions roar, animals galore!
I could sit here all day.
Hold your breath, they’re defying death,
Then laugh at the funny clowns.
It’s wonderful, it’s a spectacle!
The circus has come to town.
We try to hide from the world outside.
Get lost in the fantasy.
In the masquerade all our troubles fade.
It’s everything that we need.
For a little while, all we do is smile
At the sights that all astound.
What do you say? We could run away!
Follow them to the next town...
Well, that was fun but now it’s done.
Wasn’t it a great time?
The crowds abate ‘cause it’s getting late.
Wave goodbye to the clown and mime.
Gotta go, time to hit the road
But don’t let me see a frown.
Never fear, they’ll be here next year.
Yes, the circus will come to town.
Tiny orange tea lights with miniature pumpkins sprinkle love lights around the tables,
Which have been set probably since 5:30 a.m. with the church’s best china,
Because the fall tea starts at ten.
Small plastic corn cobs and toy cornucopias were
Placed ever so gently, by church ladies who were young when I was a child,
But are in their eighties and nineties now,
I hear them in the kitchen bossing each other and I smile.
It has been forty-five years since I attended this church.
Their faces are the same, except a bit older, their hair a different color, but the same smiles.
They all know me. I know most of them.
Eleven round tables set up by six church ladies
are generously sprinkled with orange, and yellow confetti
I can hear them tittering about something they think is insanely funny.
Probably making fun of a man. That is when they laugh the hardest.
A hand printed place card with a tiny brown turkey –
Sorted in eights, are placed on the crisp white table cloths
I know, because I was instructed to place them.
One of the church ladies comes out, and replaces them all, smiling
At me, as if I am too young to get it right.
I am only a kid, you understand, merely sixty-something-years-young.
What would I know about placing place cards correctly?
I go into the kitchen to see if there is anything they will let me do.
They trust me to clean the sink.
No. Wait.
One comes over to show me
The correct way to do it.
They are a riot.