SNAIL MAIL
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Young Stu, with his shell brown and bold,
From the forest post office, he slowly strolled.
With letters packed on his back galore,
With slime as his tires, he slowly went to each door,
"Your snail mail's arrived!" he extolled.
“You fool! Haven’t you heard of email?” badger exclaimed
“Of all your slowness, you should be ashamed.
“With the click of a mouse
You no longer deliver from house to house.”
“But, but…I’ll lose my job,” Stu proclaimed.
“Oh, Stu, you’re so uninformed, so old school.
Your skill set you must totally retool!
Have you not heard of UPS or perhaps FedEx?
You can deliver packages and other objects!
“But snails don’t drive. You’re such a fool!”
“Besides, I’m looking forward to my postal pension
Not to mention days without strife and tension.
And all those Forever Stamps I’ve amassed
I’ll sell online or on my webcast.
Then with Musk I’ll travel to space, otherworldly dimensions.”
Categories:
retool, 12th grade, humorous, technology,
Form: Limerick
We asked her to sing at a certain range. What she had been used to
was changing the tempo to recreate the song: but we hired her
with instructions. We had to retool her gifts. We hired a training coach
with instructions and examples. We wanted to teach and inform since
she had know formal training. During the lessons she said to me
" the way I was raised; you wouldn't let people know these things
cause then everybody would think they were pro!" I told her if everybody
you knew would be interested in this project I would hire them to
support you and your effords at success: not to allow them to bring our project asunder. She then told me: " that Ole Gal of Glotta would come up in here
take the instruction and rail and rile through the lyrics like Lottadale"
Who's Lottadale I asked and she said it was just sometime they said in the woods, when they were camping and stuff. I toold her well follow the instructions and don't flake up the pieces like LottaDale! More flowing and
less recitative: soothing rich tone rich singing. Aria , Aria with background ah-ooh ah's! He told me. Learn it and do it natural, when you have accomplished this you can do anything you want!
Categories:
retool, song, sound,
Form: Ballade
Even when you've done your best, you feel less,
thinking that you can never win at any level.
Forget about your many failures way back then.
Today is your day, but you must be all in.
It's time you look to the hills and pray again.
So you missed the mark and lost your spark;
It only means to reassess, rethink, retool, restart.
You can never win if you abort before you ascend.
Your desire and resolve might be wearing thin.
It only means it's time for the second wind.
051421PS
Categories:
retool, confidence, success,
Form: Couplet
Changing directions doesn't mean that you have changed your mind
Do not accept a "No" until you have heard it again and again
You feel 'less' in everything, thinking you'll never win
That's the time to look to the hills and pray again
You recently missed the mark and lost your spark
So reassess, rethink, retool, return, and restart
Don't allow the word "No" to take away your glow
Just remember that the river finds its own way to flow
There is no wall that can stop the ocean waves
Don't give in and build your dwellings in a cave
So you spilled the milk; wipe it up and pour another glass
So you lost the race and came in next to last
Train harder next time and run again to be fast
It's what's inside that puts you at the head of the class
011921PS
Categories:
retool, courage, desire, endurance,
Form: Couplet
I'm torn between the
sinfulness of my
intentions
and my enduring innocence
Each derive pleasure from my
wavering stints,
An opening window invites
a seal pregnant with
a lost soul
Inviting you to unfurl
the sin in me
And close me shut...
Each cleft arouses the bruises
I bear
A retool can chance
a rousing stare
But to this I swear
I cannot return
Categories:
retool, lost love,
Form: I do not know?
Hep me, as ama dope
Heal me, as ama infirm
Free me, as ama shackled
See me, as ama mirra
Clothe me, as ama barenekkid
Galvanize me, as ama stubborn lak ‘crete
Betroth me, as ama sangle and goatish
Subjugate me, as ama crossgrain fool
Rebirth me, as ama gassy cawpse
Retool me, as ama ‘nachronism
Reassess me, as ama second-chancer
Retype me, as ama ruff copy
Stigmatize me, as ama beyond reproach
Rekindle me, as ama waifish speerit
Redirect me, as ama arra awry
Redevelop me, as ama shutterclick naaghtmare
Hunker me down, as ama foxhole ‘bloon
Categories:
retool, recovery from...,
Form: Pastoral
Twickenham's green mead is silent now
Carlos like a fallen steeple gathers dust
That will not grow nor heed the plow
Our ancient skill like dead machines rust
From the distant shores that feed us
Did Kilroy pruned us in vain for this
O that Huckles drew him again, we must
Awake at axe's peril, there's crisis
We must retool heart, and reforest minds
With visions that a hand can use. We
Are the last hope against the empty designs
Of Tufton, global deceit and blind policy.
Ole farmers everywhere let us return and build
From bottom up the citadel's dream above the hill.
Categories:
retool, inspirational
Form: Verse