Now at my workplace, waiting for my corporate lead, and no sooner said there she was as everybody behind me being fellow workers--not working, before she reached the front desk counter, I turned quickly to them and told them to continue their obligations people are working, and with that said, they went back to work, and I turned back around and flights of a moment, sees her ...
Welcome Ms. Sanford/Isabel Sanford, of the "Jeffersons" sitcom, herself and her lady-in-waiting, she displays a sweet disposition as she fills out the guest registration. A few minor details, and lastly, mentioning the purpose that she's in the Bay Area, not so much the hotel, I hand her an envelope.
This Ms. Sanford, was left for you by San Francisco's Morning A.M. TV broadcast. The bellman will take you to your suite straightaway, Ms. Sanford, do enjoy your stay with us and if you have any further questions, call me, my name is ..., enjoy your stay Ms. Sanford.
Categories:
sanford, analogy,
Form: Free verse
There’s Thunderbird
Wild Irish Rose
But my favorite is Ripple
Mix it with champagne
And you have champipple
Categories:
sanford, tribute,
Form: Verse
My Favorite Junkyard was owned by Fred G. Sanford
The G stood for Good Times
He was full of surprise with humorous delight
As a kid I would visit his junkyard every night
If he wasn’t filling me with laughter, he was filling me with cheer
Oh, how I wish that Fred G was still here
He ran the junkyard with his son named Lamont
Going back and forth with a quirky response
They had the most junk that you could ever imagine
From the floor to the ceiling always ready to cash in
He had a sister-in-law that he loved to hate
Her name was Ester and she always took his bait
Fred had a good buddy and his name was Grady
When they linked up, you always know it was shady
Fred had great health but there was one drawback
Fred was always faking like he had a heart attack
Grabbing his chest with his hand in the air
Screaming, Oh! Elizabeth, I’m coming to join you there
Dear old Fred always kept me in laughter
He never sold a thing but he was such a great actor
Categories:
sanford, appreciation, dedication, funny, growing
Form: Rhyme
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM)
When I offered two bucks for an old lamp, Fred Sanford faked a heart attack.
That made me really mad so I gave the old man a smack.
His son hid in the kitchen because he didn't want a piece of this.
I'll unload on a person's ass if they make me pissed.
They took me to court and the judge gave them all of my possessions.
When you're homeless and wearing rags, it teaches an important lesson.
It's truly awful when you're broke and have to wear rags for clothes.
But it's worse when you're arrested for indecent exposure because one of those rags has a
hole.
Categories:
sanford, funnyme, old, me, old,
Form: Rhyme