7/8/22
"A stupid Battle"
So much I always had in mind
Another toke and drink of Spanish Wine
Back in flight among satellites
In multiple ways an increase in appetite
Continuing to strategize
I'm not here to 'catch a vibe'
They always try to analyze
There's nothing I have to hide
Even though it's technically confidential and classified
It is soon to catalyze
Once it's ramified
Hung up to dry like cattle hide
Cast aside
Dissatisfied
Far from pacified
It's been a sad decline
Not all shall abide
It's typically an argument and debate, rarely is it ratified
Quick to stab you in the back with knives
All these narcissists tantalize
Worldwide, way beyond Anaheim
Remember, often problems can arise
Another fool acting asinine
Trying to cut, get back in line
I don't mean to be alkaline
Just looking for my Valentine
There's no need to agonize
A stupid battle of not being able to set a glass aside
Got it all wrong, never had it right
Only concern was to love a girl like Vanna White
"Ok, Vanna White," she'd chide
While shutting all the cabinet doors
I'm better at opening than shutting stuff
Like right now
All possibilities left open
Let fate decide
What I think I want
Never gets dealt
And I'm running out of time
Bluff my way to some comfort
Another door to opens
Either way
:
.
Pat and Vanna for thirty-six years nightly
It's Wheel Of Fortune, it disturbs my psyche
Time for a change
They've become a pain
Spin the wheel one more time, send them to Hawaii
Pat and Vanna, Vanna and Pat
Co-hosts forever, never had a spat
What, you say NEVER???
Well seldom if ever
At least on screen, 35 years holy crap!
How does dear Vanna keep her slim shape
Eats every Wednesday but just a few grapes
To keep her job
As Wheel's heart throb
The rumors are, she's almost eighty-eight
Welcome to the "Wheel of Misfortune"
With your host, “Dirty Clothes” Pat
And dear sweet “Hole In Her Gowns” Vanna
You could lose your fortune like that
Players contribute ten grand of their own
The one with the most money loses
Ain't easy giving all incorrect answers
Ya feel like a bunch of silly gooses
First contestant is the one that goes last
Are you following, it can be a bit confusing
Audience get baffled, some leave in a huff
A few were even caught snoozing
Where's all this leading, I haven't a clue
Really feels like I've lost my control
Maybe I'll just gracefully fade to black
And crawl back in my wee cubbyhole
© Jack Ellison 2015
Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy
I live and die with these shows
Must now be classified as a senior citizen
Only old people watch them, you know
Pat, Vanna, and Alex Trebek
Are like members of my immediate family
So familiar are the faces of these TV friends
Like branches on my own family tree
Why do I not get tired of these shows
Guess I'm trying to solve the puzzles as well
Or maybe it's Vanna, love that old gal
She's a sweetie, still under her spell
If a weeknight goes by without these shows
Seems like something's missing, I fear
Wander around with a blank look on my face
Hope they're here for thirty more years
© Jack Ellison 2014
Vanna keeps on going and going
How she maintains her attractive appearance
That smile, her style, her girlish figure
To maintain it must take perseverance
How has Pat controlled himself
Does he ever give her bum a pat
Get it... a little pat on the backside from Pat
In 30 years, wouldn't blame him for that
Now, now, let's not start nasty rumours
They've always been friends... wink, wink
With a body like Vanna's for all these years
Pat's got control, don't ya think?
Well I have no doubt they're just good friends
Though it'd be easy to get all sloppy
Admire Mr. Pat for showing such restraint
Thirty years no talk of the naughties
© Jack Ellison 2013
She sits behind her pretty white fence,
with the custom bird house perched high,
so every neighbor can hate it.
She remembers the auction where she outbid
the last bidder by fifty dollars
just to bathe in the look of defeat of someone
who coveted the same prize.
" How dare she bid against me", she thought,
"Sure showed her".
Now hoisting her reward in the yard,
not so much for the birds,
but as a symbol of victory.
" I am Invincible", she muses as she stands,
presenting her conquest like Vanna White,
displaying the last letter.
Such a store bought smile breaks,
from ear to ear over a vanity not even
cherished.
Just as quickly she disappears in her castle,
to ponder what other trophies to attain.
Another day behind her now,
and the birds go hungry once again.
I see the worlds toughest job, every night,
and the woman, that does it just right!
If you're wondering who can she be,
she appears on TV
It's none other, than "Wheels" - Vanna White!
At the scribble Scrabble table
I'm raising the bar
by adding seven lucky tiles to your letter R
Vanna please let me buy a vowel or
can I have a few?
I'll take A, E, I , skip the O and gimme a U
Please allow me three more letters to
fill my desire
I'll take a Q, G, and M to make the word QUAGMIRE
* Written for Nancy Jone's "Scrabble Contest"
ALEXA-manna vanna
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sumptuous clothes,
in a stunning pose
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