The Early Years
She is to entertain 20 people
I fried up 20 cucumbers
5 lbs. Of okra
In a grit and Parmesan cheese
And bits of bacon in the batter
Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika
Garlic and onion powder in the
Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda*
I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin
And sliced it thin with commercial
Mixer, I mean the slicer
A creamy sauce to top it
With vinager , jalapeno, lime
Cream cheese and sour cream
With a touch of fish stock and a
Drop or two of gin, extra dry honey!
Fixed some cheesy grits
Fried some green tomatoes
Steamed some shrimp
And made crab balls
And a pot of
Hollindise
With lime and tequila
and cayenne, Sweet Missie
Slap my ass!
Strawberry shortcake
With
A rummy strawberry sauce
Whipped cream
And vanilla ice cream
Ya'll that's ah party!
Slurp the white zinfendell
And tug at your drawels
She got to take
Notice of this
Mans efforts!
Biscuits sweet like cookies
Dix's wanna pound sum
P*ssie!
I"it'ss s ah love thang! "
The Male Belgium Blue
Spieciem #.0009-280
and Female specimen
Brown Swiss--290
( a deluxe wool Hat)
Swiss Maids Uniiform
west cotton that rots
but new she's a doll!
said Bisser Daned to have
the calf in the spring
but his wife wished it for
Christmas thyme and
all the joy it would bring.
Thought the cold winters
harshness
werst the chances
of success.
The newly built insulated
barn
was ready for the test.
He shall feed these cattle
the feed should last
until spring.
The joys of a new calf
and all the milk the calf
will bring.
Eggnog for Christmas
a rummy cultured drink.
Caroling and cigar
smoking.
While nature does
it's thing!
Quicksand caught generation epoch,
restless whirring of a drill in the dust.
Zenith of color shifts saturation to none,
black and white film on video cassette.
Ensnared in a cage lowering to molten,
hourglass is losing sand to run dry.
Eyes fixate to the sunny horizon,
flicker dims as monsters crawl,
from beneath beds, closets,
bathroom stalls.
Those noises,
creaks in the floor,
are very real.
Ignore them,
rummy for thy belly to fill.
He blows his fortune on poker and rummy
She lives by the fridge where life is so yummy
With vows long ago said
They're now happily wed
He to his gambling and she to her tummy
Are this couple truly happily wed
Is the wife happy because she’s well fed
His poker and rummy
Is not at all funny
Something tells me that the romance is dead
__Belle Bellevue
12/20/22
Add-On
Whenever you roll your dices, you get sixes.
You always win at rummy.
You form the most matched sets.
I sometimes feel like a dummy.
When we collect points,
You quit when I'm leading.
I'm all proud, loud and voiced,
But I think it's you who's winning.
Thank you for making me smile
In my gloomy time.
Ghoul exploded from his coffin with an enormous boom.
Two virtual students caught the sight on Zoom.
It was weird that this knave escaped his dank grave.
Dead in a cave, but now an internet fave.
But who would hire this ghostly flier?
Lincolnshire Illinois fears a dead vampire.
Which expert knows the most about hiring a ghost?
The Zoom host did, but he hated to boast.
What about Mad Mummy who plays wicked rummy?
Her teeth are gummy, but she is no dummy.
Ghoul got bored and climbed back into his grave.
A wet tomb now. Still, his personal fave.
Afternoon Delight!
Lookin’ forward to a little afternoon delight
Turn! Turn! Turn!
There is a season turn, turn, turn
A time to every purpose under heaven
A time for neck rub, a time for kiss, a time to unfold 70’s clock radio music
Peter, Paul and Mary
88.7
Bob Dylan, Donovan, Neil Young
A time to borrow propane tank next door
A time to swim in ocean of stars
A time to Yale at Jose – the gardener
A time to country
two left feet who never promise a rose garden
A time for Chopin piano concerto along with a time for COVID models
A time for Mahjong and Gin rummy
Without winning or losing
Whopping Leap of faith: A time of homemade haircut
A time for Prosecco and strawberries; a time for Instacart
A time to Mystic Hills; a time to Top of the World
Oh, my beloved lemon thief
A time to dream –
grateful dreams – tasty dreams – To Have and Have Not dreams
Today and always
The greatest radio station in the world!!
Euphony Success didn't reach
at my House Divine;
Money in Dress did teach
the lie in Shrine;
Honey Access did preach the
shy for wine;
Rummy Progress did Breach
did die the Shine;
Dummy Excess did Seize
the Sky of Mine.
I dreamt I saved my father from hanging himself
gently laid him on a sofa with a floral pattern..
he was neither grateful or angry
just that dreamy shade of indifference.
I then proceeded to play cards with
my x-sister in law (to my left)
my brother (in the middle)
and his best friend (who is deceased) to my right.
We played a game of 500 rummy
well into the night....
Jim (the deceased) ended up with the most points.
we had a joyful time but all along
I'd the feeling that I didn't belong ...
that my chair was meant for somebody else.
Maybe I'll start smoking weed again
I was much happier back in those Mexican gold days
tickling nickel bags- giggling away the night
playing 500 rummy with my best buddy mike
crushing the munchies with bowls of mac-n-cheese
forever plotting to overthrow virginity...
praying our pimples to fade away by Monday.
File Number
364 was especially hard to deal with today.
The worker made a check in the empty box.
She used red ink.
Wife beater,
drinker,
abuser,
low-life scum.
There were... more than one,
of each and a mix of all.
Spices for a bad recipe.
Too many files for one night,
one day,
one week,
one month,
one year...
one lifetime!
The young woman stopped at the corner.
Looked both ways.
No one around.
She turned...
and droved north.
Three miles.
Two miles.
Home.
A big place with lots of space.
Gardening, and animals.
A gentle spirit,
to unwind the unkind.
Stopped the car.
Got out.
Opened the trunk,
and smiled.
Potatoes,
tomatoes,
Rummy cube at night,
again and again with such delight.
Numbers on paper meant...
very little to anyone.
No one cared or stared.
But others would be ...
happier and well-fed.
He was a foul mouthed fellow from Falmouth
Who spouted and spewed some sewage - like slime
'Til he met a maiden who made a new man
And taught this rodent ridden rummy to rhyme
He piddled and puddled and peeled off a poem
Then sniffled and snuffled and sensed out a sonnet
He metered and teetered and tested a Tanka -
The maiden smiled and tipped him her bonnet
Soon the Queen quoted quips from his efforts
Said his musings were meant for the mellow
He grinned and penned a fabulous Footle
He was no more just a foul mouthed fellow
1-11-20
Contest: Twist My Tongue
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
We have to be delicate grandma said
There is no time for that. Her leg is dead!
Thought it was her tummy
I was playing rummy
But I swear I thought it was also her head.
We played rummy, and we played gin.
I was doing well for the shape I’m in.
We played in the car, we played in the house.
Over my foot ran a strange little mouse.
Why didn’t you get it? My husband asked me.
I was too busy, as you can plainly see.
I gambled my car and other things too.
Husband got silent as he lost his good shoe.
We were now playing poker, husband and me.
We are ahead, I announced expectantly.
I overbid. We lost our sweet house.
So now it’s their problem, that strange little mouse.
My days as a married woman with children,
My husband Walter and i had a cottage at North Bay.
This was an A-frame cottage,
Beautiful near the lake.
Our sons Kirk and Erik liked playing on the shore,
We would go swimming in the water.
Then father Walter would take us in a row boat,
A cruise on the lake would guest.
I would cook the delicious food,
Father would gather firewood for the wood burning stove.
We would play games with the children in the living-room,
Like gin rummy and monopoly.
The cottage had an upper level and a lower level,
Decorated with care and love, very simple.
Very scenic and beautiful with tall birch trees.
The cottage had a picnic table on the deck where you could have lunch.
There was a fair portion of property with the cottage,
Seldom scenic and beautiful, what an awesome place.
Would take us about two hours to get there,
Walter would drive us to the North Bay cottage.
What good memories we have of this,
I am thankful to God for all these blessings.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
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