SWEDES MAKE A BIG SQUAWK
THE CURLING WORLD IS IN SHOCK
CANADA SAYS CROCK
Written By: D. Collins 12/13/25
Both houses of Congress show us Amoeba Men.
The shape-shifting, bowing down of Republicans.
Lacking a spine that is found in all humans.
Deceitfully calling themselves devout Christians.
At Christmas dinner what do they say to their daughters?
When asked if they consider themselves a man or father?
What level of respect do they actually think they deserve?
When women in Congress have more conviction and nerve.
They were silent when Nords/Swedes were invited to come live.
And some daughters seated at the table have bi-racial kids.
Total disgust and disrespect is wholeheartedly deserved.
By neglecting the many of people they were elected to serve.
Roasted turkey nice and brown
with cranberry sauce,
carrots, sprouts, pigs in blankets,
swedes and broccoli,
roast spuds and gravy.
Glass of red.
Stuffed.!
Sweden today
What happened to Sweden throwing off her neutrality like it was an old overcoat and to make matters worse joining old NATO, that is a moribund military organization.
I remember Ingrid Bergman, a great actress when I see her, I wonder, why Ricky had
a nightclub in Casablanca
There were many famous Swedes, such as Alfred Nobel, and Ingmar Bergman, and not forget Birgitte Nielsen married to an actor named Rocky Stalone, a screen hero
I remember Malmo where I bought coffee cups
With flowers on, now this town is full of angry belligerent Islamists wanting to enforce Shari law and run around with big knives
Of course, there is the forever teenager Greta Thunberg who wears a permanent scowl when marching in protest against the EU or if not something else; one wishes, she would fall in love, have sex with a young man, and go back to school
Universal love
How to explain( I wrote "explain" seven times
before I got the spelling right)
my nephew, who lives in Spain but not in Valencia
where the storm occurred, played golf
A turbulent of Swedes secure of theIr long spell
democracy against an insecure Norwegian team
The Swedes won, but my nephew got a medal
made of bronze
later in the day, it struck me that should the game
have been played during the devastating new
It was explained to me the tournament had been
booked beforehand
Should they have postponed the game to honor
the victim; they tell me life has to go on and
remembering is a waste of time, but I think not
When the golf players' time can and will they
recall when a game of golf was more important
than spending time mourning the dead
When I wrote the above lines, I was drunk that
proves my inner self is more caring
than the mien of tough exterior, I present to avoid
the hurt and soft heart represent
Dad is out back,
speaking to his swedes and turnips.
He only grows tubers, root vegetables,
that I sullenly refuse to eat.
There is one flower
a Passionflower, 'Passiflora Incarnate'
that clings to the garden fence.
I could not see any passion in it,
until mum showed me
the creamy crucifix within
the blue and white corona.
Dad belly laughs
as mum, showing me,
piously makes the sign of the cross.
Dad is digging up a real beauty,
that's what he called it,
a 'real beauty',
a soil crusted cannonball,
the monstrous offspring
of a cabbage and a turnip.
He was not a religious man,
but he did believe fervently,
in those strange passions
some have
for cabbage soup
and mashed turnip.
In WW2 Sweden sheltered
Jews in desperate need
Today Swedes burn a Torah scroll
a brutish, dastardly deed
A delightfully deep azure blue sky commandeers the aurora borealis
Somber Swedes slumber in used pup tents, unaware of this beauty
Visitors stare into the night, hoping to capture the sight forever
Some use film, but it is not 3-d, so it does not capture the ambiance.
No one speaks, the air insists on silence, there is not one rustle.
Not even a shush or a hush; the night is completely still.
Tranquility marries herself with the night sky; it is a delicate evening.
I stare into the sky, marveling at the beauty of Norway.
never smoke she said,
cigarette dangling from her mouth.
ashes falling into my oatmeal
I nodded my head, dutifully.
always tell the truth, he said,
he called in sick to his boss,
we went to the Iowa State Fair in Des Moines.
don't ever gossip, said my grandma.
before telling us all the rumors she had ever heard
about the neighbors.
never generalize people, Uncle Louie said,
unless they are Irish, English, or Swedes.
You cannot trust any of them.
Guns in Sweden
Sweden has problems with too many guns
shoots hole in the night.
Many refugees came to Sweden, who thought
when the refugees discovered a Nordic paradise
they would become Swedes overnight.
The inhabitance of this Eden has a discriminatory heart.
The glance of an eye tells the truth.
There was a clash of culture.
People of the same philosophy likes to live close to each other,
for them, Sweden has a cold heart.
No work no education, guns are easy to buy.
I don´t know the solution
Perhaps the Nordic people, are too regimented
and it will take time to change this attitude.
The hophead at the
Music festival next to me
Yells out the instruction
"Everybody shrink!"
The lead singer holds parallel
To the audience an elongated
Truncheon with a dishwashing
Glove on the end of it
A manakin dummy is tossed
Into the congregation and
It crowdsurfs it's way back
Tossed out the exit
'Insistent savagery'
The 1956 edition
Of Encyclopaedia Britannica
Describes rock 'n' roll
Seagull Screaming Kiss Her Kiss Her
Mass of the Fermenting Dregs
Abingdon Boys School
North Korea Loves John Kerry
Cutlery
The Bad Swedes
Deathwasps Stinging My Brain
I Am the Hottest Part of Hell
It's exhausting picking
A band name
They scoot up trees with the greatest of ease
Then down again, like Swedes on skis
Exquisite balance changing gears
They zoom around throughout the years
Wherever you live, city or rural
Feast your eyes upon a whip-tailed squirrel
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The cold generation
They don’t dance the tango in Argentina anymore
but you can do the twist alone but keep your distance.
However, the elegant the waltz is out, superb dresses
is not a defence against the virus.
To do the swing is awkward to without a hand to hold
on to, I don’t know about square dance though.
We are becoming a withdrawn society, like the Swedes
they are not famed for warmth and kisses.
That is the way they have *****-industry to make up for
the lack of intimacy.
We never used an ATM
In Stockholm, on our trip.
The guide on our free walking tour
Took dollars for a tip.
For every other purchase
We used charge cards like the Swedes,
Since coins and bills, it seems, are things
Today nobody needs.
A sign in a museum
Made the point with quite a splash:
"We accept just who you are but we
Are not accepting cash."
How strange to visit someplace
With no currency in hand.
Perhaps someday all cash will be
Considered contraband.
Americans come by the clock
A British lass just hikes her frock
The French love a tongue
The Swedes like well-hung
But Left or Right Thai knows Bangkok!
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