I'm too quiet
I talk too much
I'm too involved
I'm way too out of touch
I'm too messy
I care too much about things being clean
I'm too kind
I'm way too f*ckin mean
I'm too close
I'm too far away
I went to bed too early
I stayed up too late
I'm too skinny
I'm too big
I'm too generous
I'm a stingy f*ckin bi*ch
I should have still cooked for you
When you said you wouldn't eat
And you said I should go out with my friends
Then asked where the hell I've been
And I'm too timid
I'm too bold
I'm too immature
I act too old
And I'm too happy
And I'm far too blue
It doesn't matter what I am
It isn't good enough for you
Ever so gentle,
Far too generous,
Oh so scarce,
Love like a butterfly.
Behind every successful man,
As the saying goes, there is a woman.
In my family, they are many.
They are all liberal to the core.
Hence, I adore them more.
My mother is one among them.
Being a woman of great virtues,
She is not only patience personified,
But also, the symbol of our family pride.
She is far too generous,
Though not very prosperous.
Manages everything as a dutiful spouse;
Against anyone she has nothing to grouse.
No wonder, for us, she is a light house!
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Date: 21-06-2022
The cage
Too generous to cater food
Too considerate to cater water
Too worry to cater a confinement
Too anxious to cater a lock
Is too small for birds
To fly into the sky
To fly into the sea
The sunrise and the sunset
To bathe in the sun
To kiss the clouds
To kiss the waves
We apologise for the sufferings
Like that of lockdown Covid 19
Because we understand and we feel
There was no activity at all in the prairie on this marvelous day.
Peaburger was happy to be off on his journey, on his sweet way.
Had a knapsack on his back, and warm ideas in his adventurous heart.
He could hardly wait to get away from his ex-wife and make a new start.
Ex-wife had moved back in with her new husband and their kids five.
He did not care if he ever again saw any of these prairie dogs alive.
His ex-wife came to the mouth of the hole and yelled “happy be!”
He rolled his eyes, not caring about her, or her new husband Gree.
I am just too generous, too giving, the always-will-finish-last kind of guy,
He lamented as he walked, talking himself into being meaner with try.
Around noon he got out a peanut, and started to eat with his crackers.
He was promptly surrounded by five hungry spotted nutcrackers.
He rolled his eyes to the sky and asked “Why God? Why me?”
He had given those nutcrackers all his food by a quarter until three.
I'm doomed to always be that kind of guy he lamented to angels above.
Young frisky prairie dog who had been watching promptly fell in love.
Got walloped today, driving conditions were treacherous
Freaked out my freaker, you guys were way too generous
I know it ain't over
But that was a grosser
Next time warn me so I can hibernatious
Renegade feline
Brought my cat a dead robin
She will not eat bird!
Let's look at this tale of Robin Hood,
He was far away, being way too good,
Rob the rich, give to the poor,
Maid Marian left open her door,
She was feeling way too generous,
Got it on with little John, no fuss,
Far away was Robin Hood,
Really, he was much too good,
Then in came Friar Tuck,
In with Maid Marian he snuck,
Then they both got it on,
With hyperactive Little John,
Yes, Maid Marian was benevolent,
They, indeed, knew what that meant,
Thus, this twisted tale of Robin Hood,
John, Tuck, and no Robin Hood the good!
dear i will remember your friendship forever
and cherish the memories of days spent together
fighting fire with fire on trivial matters
i remember how much we loved to natter
friend the spell of loneliness was broken by you
for being my friend i owe you a great debt of gratitude
standing by me to fight back tears of frustration
making me strong by your care and adoration
you were too generous to remain blind to my faults
secretly you corrected them and publicly you exalt
now the time has come to bid you a final farewell
but in my heart you are etched and there you will always dwell.. :) :)
The One in Me
I love the one in me,
So kind is His spirit;
Too generous and sweet,
The one of lovely glee.
That I’m searching, not now.
For this one I believe
My prowess will relive;
In radiance, they will glow.
I love the one in me,
So kind is His spirit;
Too generous and sweet,
The one of lovely glee.
For this Holy I trust
Will lay my way for me.
For in Him, lives no lust;
With Him, in me, I’m free.
©3/23/2014
I go to a restaurant owned by Wang Chung.
His specialty dish is shrimp egg foo young.
The food is the best in town without a doubt.
I usually go there when I want some takeout.
Wang is just too generous with the gravy.
It’s the most I’ve ever seen, and I don’t mean maybe!
Well, he didn’t put the lid on tight enough.
I had an experience that was plenty rough.
The lid opened and gravy was all over my shirt.
How do I get the stain out? It’s tougher than dirt.
Wang Chung sent me to his cousin who owns a laundry.
Wang told me that he was the one to see.
“My cousin can get your shirt whiter than white.
The first time only, he gets things right.”
I left the shirt at the laundry and departed in a spurt.
However, the ticket remained in the pocket of the shirt.
The next day, Wang’s cousin said this to me:
“So solly cholly! No tickee, no washee!”
March 1, 2014
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