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Clyde's Fine Country Diner is located about a mile south of town.
If you're lookin' fer rib-stickin' grub, its the greatest place aroun'!
Clyde retired after cookin' fer twenty-two years in the U.S. Navy,
Servin' up gobs of SOS, more delicately known as biscuits 'n' gravy!
It ain't a fancy place, jes' some booths and a dozen tables er so,
Dominated by a friendly but saucy-tongued waitress named Ruby Flo.
Farmers in John Deere caps meet there fer breakfast ever' day.
The Baptist Ladies Aid Society meets each Tuesday noon to dine 'n' pray.
Country and Western blares from the juke box near the kitchen door.
Ain't no fancy carpet gracin' the place, jes' a squeakin' wooden floor.
The menu ain't changed much over the years but it is quite replete,
With homemade pies, toxic navy coffee plus plain good things to eat.
Sundays, he features fried chicken, peas and smashed pertaters,
Mondays, soup du jour and tossed salad with garden fresh termaters.
Tuesdays, Clyde offers Mexican with enchiladas and tacos in the shell
Wednesdays, the speciality is green chili soup, the hottest this side of hell!
Thursdays, you can enjoy all you can eat of macaroni and cheese.
Fridays, he features either chicken fried steak er a servin' of Chinese.
Saturdays, is his famous chef d'oeuvre, prawns and black angus steak!
It ain't a 5-star café but Clyde serves great grub, of that there's no mistake!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
I only pee on Tuesdays
I only pee on Tuesdays
Thursdays is for the other way
I only eat on Sundays now
Global warming has come to play
………………………Or so they say
We must do our part
Or better yet do no farts
For global peace and harmony
I used to shower Mondays
Now I feel so so guilty
For now and then I would cheat you see
And when that shower was running hot as can be
I’d have me one extra wee… wee
Shocked was I, when I got me fine
That inspector was in the loo
They sure don’t give you any room
To sneak even an extra poo
No more hot water allowed for now
It’s not politically correct
With all these cold showers
The population will diminish yet
Life used to contain a little fun
We used to have a gas
Now you can’t even let out a little
As you pray at local mass
Note: Inspired by none other than Jan Allison!!!! hope she is smiling!
“Have a great day ahead with God’s gracious blessings!”
…Awesome message of triumph-anchored arisings...
Daily, I face life thru the Lord’s wisdom-bracings
Enjoying wondrous days of jubilant musings!
Sundays indeed delight me by praise-filled worship
Around friendship-bond and wonderful fellowship…
…Gearing Mondays’ pursuits of faithful stewardship
Within fruitful harmonious work-relationship!
On Tuesdays are routinely chores needing glow’s might
Midst smiting trials challenging my victor’s height;
Wednesdays give respite from grueling pressures’ fight
Thru faith-driven prayers for peaceful distress-flight!
With Thursdays’ busy schedule and assignments
Divine interventions become restful moments.
As for Fridays’ rush hours to fulfill requirements
Coping styles work marvels in harsh engagements!
Saturdays end weeks with productive toils’ harvest
Knowing that utmost has been done upon full best.
Though worst times meddle, I thank God for any test
Midst days* devoid of rainbow's radiant zest.
*Proverbs 10:27 The fear of the LORD prolongeth days...
June 1, 2018
Between Sundays and the week to come,
it’s Thursday wondering where the days have gone.
The flow of tick tocking the passing through,
when the rushing of the important is to pursue.
Days just disappear to wondering grieve,
while nights to sleep are to short to believe.
Moon tides smile growing full of restless sleep,
when that exhaustion only ask for that deep.
The tragedy about time that just perish,
when we cannot get hold of the now to cherish.
Taking life by the day that forever last,
so that we can celebrate it with a blast.
No more promises for tomorrow as hope,
and yesterdays regret a habit interlope.
Thursdays from Latin is Jovis related to Jupiter,
called the remover of all obstacles for the better.
Then as we know everything can happen,
on Thursdays even when you don’t know Latin.
Fascinated with socks, my special child is enthralled with varied designs
thus, here am I, pampering his quest along different colors and lines:
On Mondays are red socks with strawberries and blue berries
while Tuesdays are socks of cars midst transportation stories...
Wednesdays propel me to prepare socks of black with white dots
as Thursdays are for those blue ones embossed with gray spots...
Fridays make me search for yellow or orange, very bright
then on Saturdays can be for brown with green check marks; that's right.
Sundays are for socks given as Christmas presents with mirth
along message, CHRIST the Saviour* grants love gift of eternal worth.
These are precious times of sorting socks in a manner that's vibrant
as jubilant son and Mom thank God for His grace so abundant.
Though this may seem exaggerated along poetic jest
indeed, sock sorting with my child needs patient zest.
*Luke 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
December 5, 2020
Revised on April 9, 2024
1st place, "The Odd Sock" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 4/16/2024
Mondays are good, nice and easy,
never make me even a little queasy.
You see, there' s two days quite different
before, so a clear message gets sent.
Mondays I plan, fresh energy sizzles
Problems can start if there's rain or drizzles.
Tuesday's fine; especially if it is!
Thursdays though – I often forget
thinking it's Wednesday, I don't fret.
Woops the deadline's gone
I need an apology song!
Written 3 August 2018
Entered in Brian Strand's August 2018 Premiere Contest
Short weekends and long weekdays
School’s out then it’s onto résumés and workdays
Mondays dragging on through to Fridays
Long commutes on highways, subways and tramways
Toiling for okays, some praise and hopefully a raise
Soirees and negligees for Saturdays
Aspiring to bouquets so enchanting in a vase
Before you know it’s on for matinees on Sundays
Enjoying soufflés, sorbets, sundaes and parfaits
Eyeing the calendar for paydays
As well as birthdays, holidays and getaways
But nowadays, as retirees, we have our days
And often we just graze in haze almost a daze
Where Tuesdays look no different than Thursdays
To paraphrase it’s our final phase when interplays
In many ways the sweet nostalgia of yesterdays
AP: 3rd place 2020
Today’s Weather Forecast???
Written: by Tom Wright
1/30/2013
Wednesday’s rain was in a shrouded sheet,
With puddles moving toward the ditches;
But Thursdays forecast brings no repeat,
Oklahoma weather leaves me in stitches.
Thursday starts cloudy but turns to sunny,
With northwest wind and gusts to thirty;
Weather changes make eyes red and runny,
Like to vacation in the Isle of Cape Verdi;
Today’s wind is northerly and bitter cold,
Bringing a chance of snow, though slight;
Even yesterday’s seventy was foretold,
But morning’s twenty-eight is no delight.
Twixt me and Kansas, not much but fences,
To have slowing effect on this north wind;
I’ll say I’m thrilled under false pretenses,
It has its bite when my blood is thinned.
Friday brings with it another high at fifty,
With northeast wind blowing around ten;
Turning south/southeast becoming shifty,
Saturday it’s back to the northwest again.
For Sunday’s weather, I have no clue,
May be hot and raining with sleet or snow;
It’s too deep for my mind to construe,
Oklahoma weather, one can never know.
If I long for days both calm and sunny,
And today’s cold weather seems strange.
I just remember life can be unlike honey,
And wait a short while for it to change.
“Have a good day always with God’s precious blessings!”
…Awesome message of triumph-anchored fervency...
Thankful for time of satisfaction's ecstasy
I have delightful hours of jubilant musings!
Sundays do enrapture me by praise-filled worship
Around fellowship-bond and Scriptures' steadfastness…
…Gearing Mondays’ pursuits of servant’s fruitfulness
Within joyful harmonious work-relationship!
On Tuesdays are routinely chores needing glow’s might
Midst smiting trials challenging my victor’s stand;
Wednesdays give respite from grievous pressures’ demand
Thru faith-driven plight toward peaceful distress-flight!
With Thursdays’ busy schedule and assignments
Divine interventions become marvelous grace
As for Fridays’ rush hours to hurdle the tough race
Coping styles work marvels in harsh engagements!
Saturdays end weeks with productive toils’ harvest
Knowing that all has been done beyond the utmost;
Though crises attack, they’re handled at prayer's cost
What matters is I spend seconds with my strength’s best!
Thus, fulfilling God's design drives my faith upward
When His granted moments are optimized indeed
That soon will create reminiscences to heed
On love-powered service as His faithful steward!*
*Luke 12:42 And the Lord said, Who then is that faithful and wise steward, whom his lord shall make ruler over his household...
Dear God,
Thank you so much for blessing me with good days by Your grace... Keep me trusting you while praising you for loving me, giving me Your Son Jesus Christ Whom I trust to have eternal life. I pray that you help me become a blessing to someone today, as I strive to share your Gospel for others' salvation. In Jesus' name, Amen.
September 4, 2018
10th place, "Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart, a.k.a. Broken Wings; judged on 9/29/2018.
I want the day off to lie in the grass and
watch the deer in the distance.
I know it’s selfish, but I don’t care.
School can call a sub.
Other teachers have had them.
I can too. This one time.
I want the day off to paint a self-portrait,
to dance in the rain, to write a novel.
I want the day off, to find out if there is any “me” left.
I want the day off to not bring home papers.
I want the day off to not spend four hours grading homework.
Other teachers do it.
I can too. I will ask. I really will.
I want the day off, I tell my boss. I need it tomorrow
or Friday if it’s more convenient.
A Friday! She screams. No! Not a Friday!
Everybody calls in sick on Friday!
Please, if you really need it, take Thursday.
Thursdays are redundant.
Thursdays are normal.
Thursdays are easier days to get a sub.
What are you going to be doing?
What I do is not your concern, I say.