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Soon as a shameful scammer appears
Send them off with a clip round the ears
We know what they’re after
Let them do a grafter
As we do through our working years.
One dared try it on little old me
I’m not as daft as he thought I’d be
Put the fool in the place
That was dug with no grace
Where one can prance for eternity.
Scammers must think we’re all mad hatters
That there is nowt in our grey matters
Prove it that they are wrong
In a fine shanty song
So they’ll run off with souls in tatters.
Get rid of scammers quick as you can
Flush them away, flowing down the pan
To where sun doesn’t shine
Not having a great time
Till they are a good woman or man.
I think you locked the access
To the mail box you kept
For my emails, and that was
A necessary act
You didn’t mean to hurt
You meant to drop the load
That purposeless alerts
The emojies absurd
The messages of sweetness
Whereas in real sense
You think to fight the weakness
With meds of more intense
You need more concentration
And I was a dead weight
A stealer of attention
Who comes to talk too late
And this obsessive care
And obvious advising
Was more than you could bear
In terms of compromising
So you just kicked me out
And you felt no remorse
Cause it was all about
Saving a time resourse
You’ve patched up all the holes
The first thing that you did
Was blocking of the calls
Soon after you got rid
Of everything that could
Remind of my existence
Because it is no good
Considering the distance.
It’s a problem that I see time and time again,
An issue that’s so rampant throughout lots of schools.
Although some (culprits) victims may be children of your friends,
You should not encourage them to think that they’re cool.
This epidemic is not only in school halls.
It has become an issue out in the world.
The problem has spilled over into public malls
Where there are lots of innocent boys and girls.
Young children should never have to see such a thing.
We can’t continue to let them fight this alone.
Children aren’t aware of the shame that they may bring
To the very parents that provide them a home.
Many of these kids are too young to know better.
So, as adults, we have to step in and show them
That, as a family, if we stand together
Their addiction can ultimately be condemned.
If you’re willing to give them the shirt off your back,
Why not make an investment that’s much more heartfelt?
Let’s help to finally rid the world of crack
And give every kid in America a belt.
I was a casserole bride
Everything I made was
A casserole, out of
Left-overs, other foods
I could not stand
To get rid of food,
To waste it.
Today I am
A bit more thoughtful
Knowing the raccoons
And the feral cats
Are waiting for
Something wonderful
To land in the dumpster
Has helped me release
My need to eat it all
I throw a lot of bread
And crackers out now too,
For the birds.
And I dump old carrots and
Dried up pieces of celery in
The yard for the deer
And the bunnies.
The neighbor thinks we have
Bobcats now
Because she
Said “all of the bunnies
Have left.
I do not dare tell
Her that I have
Lured them all
To my yard, for
Fear she will
Demand them
Back.
Get rid of Virus
Still afraid of virulent virus?
Remedy is brought by pink lotus.
Separate petals
from verdant sepals.
Boil to make juice delicious
Syllables 9 9 5 5 9
09/01/20
'Limerick Fun' Contest by Tania Kitchin
Vivian, my eighty-years-seasoned neighbor, called Vi, is a mystery only to those who did not return her first cheerful “hi”.
She is an open-book person, ready to love and accept everyone. I met Vi the first day I was out in my yard building a rock garden, two days after moving in. She came roaring down my driveway in an older model of a car, something gray, with long seats. She stopped about a foot from me and got out. I turned and smiled, and so did she.
She was here to offer her son’s tractor services to me for free, tried to talk me into letting him come over here and mow down the trees and bushes that traveled along our mutual wire fence line from the road to the back forty. She called it a “mess”.
We love it like that, I told her. My husband in particular loved it because he is a natural guy, who enjoys sitting on the porch in his boxer shorts on a summer night, catching the breeze, without any gawkers.
But I kept that quiet.
She told me a funny story about catching her husband and his newest girlfriend at a motel. She waited until he paid, and they were walking to their room. Then she fell into step beside him and said “What are you doing, Eddie?” The girlfriend must have known who I was, she said, because she screamed and ran off.
I spent a lovely forty minutes or so politely laughing my head off at Vi’s funny stories. Then she asked again if they could mow the mess away. Which would have given them a clear view to our yard if they had a telescope, and I figured they did. In spite of her terrifically funny stories, I stood my ground.
Rid of You
You were an anchor tied to my feet
sinking me down into your dark sea.
You thought that I could not be complete
without you, but wow! Now I can be me.
It’s great to be free of your frustrating ways:
all your sulking and moaning and putting me down.
You brought me a world in mere varying grays -
like days filled with rain in which I might drown.
Chorus:
Rid of you, rid of you. Now I feel great.
It’s like from my shoulders was lifted a weight.
I bet that to me you weren’t even true.
Better is no one than someone like you.
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The sun feels much warmer now on my skin.
The grass now seems greener and bluer is sky.
How trusting was I to once let you in.
Watch me now, Boy; I’m going to fly.
A lark I can be, and my bright song
will be my incentive wherever I go
to not let a man again do me wrong.
With joy I’ll soar above the rainbow.
Chorus:
Rid of you, rid of you. Now I feel great.
It’s like from my shoulders was lifted a weight.
I bet that to me you weren’t even true.
Better is no one than someone like you.
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Having lived as long as I have, this cluttered head
can't find any space to breathe and make me think;
ideas and thoughts never used won't run as ink
and leave beautiful words for others to read.
No task is easy and getting rid of clutter might be ideal,
doing multiple tasks leaves little time for a busy mind to heal;
could I ever rest and chase dreams when my work is done?
Could I foresee sickness and rage to have accomplished none?
I won't consult a psychologist to help me see better things;
it's wasted money and energy on something so worthless;
Lord, may I ask for good health and forfeit all vain riches?
Lord, banish thoughts of greed, replace them with good deeds.