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Verse I
Who serves up burgers in pie squares
calling them different I’d beware?
Who makes the golden arches look rusty
stealing the crown from ol’ Burger King?
Who dulls Taco Bell’s ring?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
Who’s gives away a Dave’s single for free
and now accepts EBT?
Who’s never had to ask where’s the beef?
The double double’s all the proof you need
Who’s got real smile appeal?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
(Chorus)
And Wendy’s has golden fries
Treats that will make you sigh
And Wendy’s has chili as well
a baked potato h-o-t as hell
(Refrain)
It’s the best
Above the rest
Above the rest
Verse II
Who’s freckled face on their slogan
red pigtails and old-fashioned ribbon?
Who’s waay better than other fast food
more than finger licking good?
Who’s thoughts of McD’s fades
Who’s dreaming of quirky braids?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
(Chorus)
And Wendy’s is never frozen
It’s all made to order
made to order
Yeah made to order
And Wendy’s has fizzy soft drinks
And Wendy’s has every flavor
me thinks
(Refrain)
It's above the rest
Above the rest
Above the rest
Flute soloing
Drums soloing
Verse III
Who’s sipping on a strawberry frosty
While sing-i-n-g her favorite song?
Who’s flipping out about her new striped dress
all the while she’s skipping along?
Who’s Dave’s daughter a-n-y-w-a-y?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
I didn't do what I did
the evidence is a fib
A victim of circumstance I be
need a dream team to set me free
Don't believe your lying eyes
things you saw are silly lies
Any video of guilt they shows
is just an AI fake we knows
Innocent as a newborn baby
ever do wrong a little maybe
But for this I did not do
those lying facts can't be true
Get me a jury just like me
and a woke judge that agrees
And send me millions for my defense
so I can live large at suckers expense
If no crime can do no time
set me free let me be
How can this sentence be for real
need more money for my appeal
Got to listen to what I said
I didn't do what I did
We're down on our knees
Begging you please
For wanting a which way to go
Are you listening at all
Uouve forsaken our call
Oh why is your answer so slow
Chorus
Are we worthy of peace and tranquility
We need but a token from thee
We're not striving for wealth
Just the way things are dealt
Seem a little unfair don't you see
She's tired and she's weary
In truth it's just scarey
Don't know where she'll end up tomorrow
She's black and she's blue
Try'n'a think what to do
As each avenue's led her to sorrow
Chorus
He just wants a house
He'll be quiet as a mouse
You won't even know that he's there
A real fixer-upper
He'll sing for his supper
Now tell him if you think that's fair
Chorus
So if you've a plan
For this ordinary man
Then wont you just, please, let me know
I'll take a yes maybe
For me and my baby
As we wade through the sleet and the snow
Chorus to fade
Rudolph the reindeer has a red nose
Now why is that do you suppose?
Well it’s not real, it is a red light
That Santa switches on at night.
So what's the history I hear you say
Well concerns were raised by the F.A.A.
Because one night Santa fell asleep
And didn't hear the warning beep.
A jet was heading for Santa's sleigh
Woke just in time and got out of the way
So a law was passed that anyone in flight
Display a light when flying at night.
In the official report that's what it said
But don't believe the news you're fed
The first witness and on oath he swore
Said a man so drunk he'd never seen before.
They let him off with a stern warning
And not to drink 'till Christmas morning
He kept his license on one condition
That he display a light on every mission.
Off shopping he went to buy a red light
Found one in a store 'twas big and bright
Spoke to the elves as to where it would go
They all agreed at the front on show.
They tried it first on Rudolph's head
But it dazzled Santa with its bright red
But on his nose it looked just right
And glows so brightly in the night.
Rudolph asked “what's in it for me"
Cos he felt silly, but would wear for a fee
So a bonus he gets and double pay
Plus extra rations on Christmas day.
Written on 6th December 2018.
You stop and smell the flowers
A time, a break from realities truth
Creatures great and small breath
We don't understand, never taught as child
Just able to live life not knowing
It all ends, we grow fast
Meaning of life never a thought
We're taught the integrity of life
Not of one's soul but respect learn
What it is to live life, who we are matters
Or do we get entangled in web of deceit
Losing sight of what really matters
Growing as an adult engaged in our desires
Consumed by everyday's iniquity
We forget easily, to follow our feelings
Skies turn blue as much as darkness roams
Life being what you make, despite obstacles
Only finding peace when quietness exist
But not in ourselves, what is it to live life
That we struggle frustration anxiety
Only in oneself real meaning lives
Happiness, untold story laid depths of darkness
A smile lights the world as if sun rises
As if stars ignite the universe sky's at night
A pleasant feeling, a greeting from kind being
Enjoying birds, bee's and animals at play
Let's remember, it's heart that keeps us alive
But a feeling that thrives nourishment
Not the pleasures which brings complications
But the human in you is what it is to live life
My eye is a small brown bird
that won't stay in its cage.
It slips through the bars of my lashes
and flies straight out the window,
chasing a real bird across the sky.
Grown-ups call this a non-focusing,
the eye should perch on the page
like a good, quiet pet.
But I think my eye is a bee.
It wants to land on everything sweet:
the crack in the ceiling, shaped like a river,
a shoe shining like a black lake,
a little galaxy of dust
turning to gold dust in the sun.
And when my eye flies home again,
it comes back full,
its wings dusted with honey,
ready to pour all that sweetness
back into my work.
So let your eyes fly.
Let them drink the whole wide world.
Sitting still isn't the only way to see,
sometimes the best seeing
happens in flight.
I didn’t know why on us the sky suddenly fell,
but in the surging storm of '47 we got uprooted,
and like the floating logs of wood we drifted
until she found a distant unsure land for us
to grow and live again.
Times were real hard,
under the scorching sun and spewing squall
she toiled for years and built for us a home,
used her soiled hands to construct my life,
made me what I am.
Soon a time came
when my job forced me to leave her all alone,
she won’t desert the home she toiled to make,
but promised me she would come one day
and live with me.
That day never came,
she left her old home, went to her new abode.
She now lives among the angels in heaven
I would want in a heartbeat to bring her back,
my mother in my home.
October 8, 2018
Contest : Strength Thru Adversity
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
(Note : This was the most difficult and challenging poem for me to write because I was being constantly swept away in a flood of emotion writing about my mother who toiled so hard in difficult times to make me what I'm today. I struggled to collect pieces for this poem from the collage of her fathomless memory and the words seemed inadequate, failing my feelings.)
The purpose of living isn’t all just giving
But receiving back in return;
It’s a two-way street not always so sweet
When lessons are meant to be learned.
The dream of life is struggle and strife
And love like it has no end;
Every moment is a double edged sword
Where enemies might become friends.
The potential’s inside to laugh or cry
At the weariness time invokes;
While appearances change what’s really strange
Is fear on the other side of hope.
And children playing in complete abandon
Immersed in the here and now;
Jesus said be just like them
But we missed the message somehow.
This life is a gift, a mysterious lift
From out of the who knows where, why or when;
All that is real is the love that we feel
And all of the pain when it ends.
Although nothing’s ever final they say
Because the universe is a gigantic mind;
Interwoven and interconnected throughout
The fabric we call time.
Dark and light, black and white,
North, south, east and west;
Opposites attract and interact
Like wakefulness and rest.
The dream of life is to see this life
Deeper than oceans lay wide;
From cradle to death we tend to forget
Our home is the boundless-ly beautiful
Starry skies.
They say there are some people,
Who only a mother could love;
People who lie and cheat and steal,
At length folks will say That's Enough.
Real friends won't steal from each other.
Their families can trust them too.
If you have one ounce of dignity,
Stealing just isn't you;
And you can steal more than mere money,
Possessions, material things,
You can steal a reputation.
Without that you haven't a thing.
A good reputation's important,
If we're to have quality of life.
If you can't hold your head up wherever you go,
It cuts through your heart like a knife.
So speak ill of no one no matter what,
And mind your own business my friend.
Keep your hands off that which is not yours,
And you'll have more friends in the end.
Who wants to hide all their things from you?
When you come all you bring is grief;
For when all's said and done a gossip is hated,
And nobody likes a thief.
Rain forms and seagulls fly under the gray sky
Your soft sway my bowed neck and zeal I pray
Imagine the level scale, knelt by heavenly shade
I envy how delicate your stem is when you jade.
Icicles that shine in the sun are magical
In a crisp climate, I sensed your fear and apical
Your witty light subdued the moon's zone
As I briefly brace you, my real self atone.
Sunset views of the sign upon a twilight
What if we had never met or acquired insight
My lovely words for you to feel and deem
Since our soft strike, my trust could redeem.
Charm lessens with age, but deep love stays
Two halcyon souls desire connection and sway
Love is available to anyone with an ajar heart
The first sign of love is the onset of a sheer start.
Written: May 19, 2022