Too many
a rosy sweet Penney
took my mind away from loving you
but in December snowflakes of pristine white flew
memories like photographs to my heart and drew
a line back in time where love remains
now you are in my veins
like soft rains
My Yuletide routine ain't changed a great deal over the years.
I enjoy sittin' by the fire with a little somethin' to sip that cheers!
I take my annual stroll through the malls enjoyin' the lights and such,
But accordin' to my wife, I'm an old Scrooge and don't spend very much!
I like to watch kids squirm and stutter as they sit on Santa's knee,
Recallin' the past when I sat on his knee downtown at J. C. Penney!
We spend an evenin' drivin' about town gawkin' at the lights on display.
Christmas Eve we go to church to enjoy the Sunday School Nativity Play.
A must see is "A Christmas Carol" with George C. Scott on TV,
As well as "A Christmas Story" with Ralphie and his dotty family!
I enjoy sendin' and receivin' Christmas cards from kin and kith,
But a crowin' Yule letter is destined for my garbage can forthwith!
I spend hours gazin' at the tree and musin' about Christmases past,
And wishin' that the Spirit of Christmas the entire year would last!
Most of all I cherish time with family as we gather about the hearth,
To reminisce, exchange love and celebrate our dear Savior's birth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
joe kelley’s dick size
most men who cry silently
about the size of their cock,
do their best to compensate
by getting a big truck with a
huge sound system, so that
they can parade down the street
to show the whole world what a
big strong man they are---
however,
some men want to prove to the
guy’s driving the big trucks
that their dicks are even bigger,
so they have to get guns &
in america,
little itty bitty teeny weeny ***** boys
like
joseph
kelley,
feel the need to march into a J.C. Penney
with an AR-15 strapped to their back &
a glock strapped at their side to boot,
to prove to the world that
they will avenge the weak in the face of
what they personally deem to be
“evil”---
and because he was a hired killer in the
military,
the sheep cheer him on,
believing that he’s
“one of the good guys”---
this cowboy
strutting his stuff in the middle of
****ing Utah,
speaks for all the cowboys in the empire
who think that they should be able to
carve this place into their little moral
paradise,
emulating the way america treats the world,
with its cock out & it’s gun loaded,
forcing everyone to do it’s bidding
neath’ the guise of
“good”.
When I rolled over with you,
I gazed at blankets
hung over dirty windows,
The ceiling,
with designs from
JC Penney Co.
And then,
there you are.
Smiling,
touching,
knowing that with you.
We can make this place
the Hilton.
,
Penney, Elaine's lovely old poodle
Passed over the hill early one morn,
Those achey old bones were reborn
As she trotted to the Rainbow Bridge.
Penney was a smart little gal,
She loved to eat and always had her fill,
She was the Alpha female at our house,
She even scared the Pit Bulls half to death.
Elaine had Penney for almost ten years
So she was very sad to see her leave,
Her body is buried deep in our back yard,
But Penney's soul is now free to roam.
I'm sure she's happy in God's Dog Heaven
As long as she's fed and given a bone,
Penney was always very self-sufficient,
A nine pound bundle for Elaine's arms alone.
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