Mr Benjamin Khazi from Libya
who went by 'Ben' we are taught
when wanting to loosen his load
if ever he were caught short
designed a camping commode
as a potentially preferable portable place
to park his portly posterior
then had them manufactured en masse
with a motive quite ulterior
for he turned his thought into gold
altho' on a whim yet going out on a limb
more than several such stools were sold
which aptly were named 'Khazi' after him
The pizza trucks were parked outside
With bakers rolling dough
And spreading it to fit the pans,
The toppings set to go.
The crusts were thin and crispy;
The veggies, sauce and cheese
Were baked to such perfection
That they couldn’t help but please.
Attendees lined up patiently
And generously plated
While just outside, the pizza people
Prepped for those who waited.
How cool and modern, this approach
To feeding all the crowd.
No fuss, no muss for those who host,
Yet all who eat are wowed.
A colorless rainbow with a hidden sun, fills our proverbial sky.
The storm has passed, but the devastation is tragically epic.
Hearts and feelings are strewn along our road that once led to a future;
lying in heaps of sharp words, flung by the winds of anger and spite.
The tempest has annihilated the last stronghold in our lives;
we are destroyed, we are no more.
We have become two separate shards of a shattered glass house;
all we can do is cut now.
There will be no building of a new home,
just the erecting of walls;
walls that will find a new home to complicate
A muffin’s very portable;
I toss one in my bag
And pop a piece into my mouth
If spirits start to sag.
I slice it up and baggie it;
It takes up little space
And I can nibble secretly
At any time or place.
If hunger pangs crop up
Or if my stomach starts to growl,
I needn’t search provisions out
Or gnash my teeth and howl.
I reach into my pocketbook
And rip a little piece;
As quick as that, the noises
In my belly start to cease.
So when you leave your house,
Into your bag you should be stuffin’
A perfect pick-me-up
That’s also portable – a muffin!
The Play Station Portable, like any other hand held game, is the best similar version to
the Play Station 3, but on the go. It holds pictures, music, and movies, especially
homemade ones. It also plays PSP video games like "Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City
Stories," "DJ Max Fever," and "Madden NFL 11" and movies, as well. One of those movies for
the Play Station 3 is a "Family Guy" episode. Imagine our surprise when all of us video
game fans found out that the Play Station Portable also has Play Station Network and the
Internet. By the way, the PSP is also an MP3 player, which is similar to the Apple iPod
and other MP3 players. When playing the Play Station Portable, it's like being addicted to
multiple video games. It's also as if we're becoming a bunch of video game junkies. Sony
and its employees have done a terrific job, creating the Play Station Portable. I hope
there's going to be more PSP gaming consoles in the future. And without the Play Station
Portable, how are we going to entertain ourselves?
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