Q: Who is the current Chief of Staff?
A: The resident President.
Q: What is an old, lame, deaf, half-blind Sherlock Holmes?
A: A defective detective.
Q: Who is the magician who ate all the pasta when no one was looking?
A: The linguini Houdini.
Q: What is a day in the life depiction of the First Family on view in the rotunda of the White House?
A: An Obama diorama.
Q: What is a doctor who operates on a big fish to remove the roe?
A: A sturgeon surgeon.
Q: What disease did the star of "Veep" get from drinking unbottled water when she was in India?
A: Julia Louis-Dreyfus typhus.
Q: What is a debutante dance for snakes, alligators, etc.?
A: A reptilian cotillion.
Q: How do people in third-world countries view America's "open door" policy?
A: As an immigration invitation.
Q: Selfridge's was a fine example of what kind of department store?
A: A Victorian emporium.
Q: Where would you be if you found yourself trapped between this world and another?
A: In dimension suspension.
Categories:
unbottled, humor,
Form: I do not know?
Gander your gazes not afar mountain
like a fool that searches the distinct
Youth that have uncovered a fountain
pen poetry and prose not succinct
When you blue drip only foam oceans
You’ll dismiss the pollywogs in ponds
No fancy hocus pocus nor potions
rather a palm tree for its fronds
Those who seek but a fraction of whole
dig tiny granules that unearth the real
The wise view not a saddened soul
rather each impurity that made it feel
Responsibility is cradled in unbottled ink
Smattering small pieces that make one think
Categories:
unbottled, imagination,
Form: Sonnet
These tears that you see
Running down my cheeks
Bathing my face...
They don’t disappear
Without a trace
He keeps every one
In divine bottles of love
In a celestial room
Flask upon flask of my pain
He keeps track of
And one day He’ll break them open with me
When I’ve been set free
And those salty tears of mine
Will water the garden
Of my heavenly mansion
That He’s prepared for me.
My tears of sorrow
That you made me cry
Many a day and many a night
He will turn into tears of joy
Unchecked and unbottled
Free!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Psalm 56:8 New Living Translation (NLT)
8 You keep track of all my sorrows
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.
Categories:
unbottled, spiritual, day,
Form: Free verse