No Feeling and Not Appealing
I had to hurry up and write
this down before I forgot this.
When I never show any of my feeling;
What I write and say is not appealing;
While rambling,
Was gambling,
On you disturbed hitting head on ceiling.
Jim Horn
What happens if I check off 1st grade in Categories.
Does this mean that I am writing at a first grade level
of inteligence (LOI) and am on the level?
Also Wharton School of Business is not taught at night school.
Categories:
wharton, 1st grade, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
I CAN TELL YOU ……"I’m really rich! I’ll show you that in a second. (Never did)
And by the way: I’m not even saying that in a Brag BELIEVE ME
I’m the most militaristic person ever. BELIEVE ME
Nobody builds walls better than me, BELIEVE ME
Hillary was the worst Secretary of State in History, BELIEVE ME
I know the greatest minds, BELIEVE ME
I'm really smart, BELIEVE ME, I went to Wharton School of Finance
There was a candidate of the female persuasion
Who voters decided was not be fit to lead a nation
Her background was questionable and not trusted by "them"
"They" got a rich crook instead who appointed daughter as Pro Tem
This Pro Tem was not elected by anyone
But sits in the White House and making policy has begun
Because she has Daddy's ear and he signs off on her decisions
Since she's the one with the political visions
NO she and husband didn't get in through the front door
But what does it matter isn't that what families are for?
Did I mention her husband is cleared in DOJ's latest move
To serve as adviser so he and wifey will work hand in glove
Categories:
wharton, hyperbole, irony, political,
Form: Couplet
Listlessly he feeds the pigeons,
strutting proudly in the park;
kicking at an empty coke can,
gravity has left its mark.
Nattily attired he's one of
many other CEOs
high atop the corporate ladder,
highly thought of, (what a pose!)
Tired of mergers, acquisitions,
weary of the daily stress;
where's the joy, the satisfaction,
where's the bliss of happiness?
Hamptons cottage never lived in,
cabin cruiser barely used;
his wife's begun divorce proceedings,
claims that she has been abused.
Son and daughter - Utah, Texas,
never sees them anymore;
dad's too busy making millions,
economics, what a bore!
Who'd have thought a Wharton graduate
with a double PhD
would spend his lunch hour feeding pigeons,
kicking coke cans listlessly.
In his three-room penthouse office
with a prospect of Times Square
he seals another hefty contract,
he has lost the will to care.
Categories:
wharton, business,
Form: Quatrain
Listlessly he feeds the pigeons,
strutting proudly in the park;
kicking at an empty coke can,
gravity has left its mark.
Nattily attired he's one of
many other CEOs
high atop the corporate ladder,
highly thought of, such a pose.
Bored with mergers, acquisitions,
weary of the daily stress;
where's the joy, the satisfaction,
where's the bliss of happiness?
Hamptons cottage never lived in,
cabin cruiser barely used;
his wife's begun divorce proceedings,
claims that she has been misused.
Children living with no love,
he never sees them anymore;
he's too busy making millions,
economics is his score.
Who'd have thought a Wharton graduate
with a double PhD
would spend his lunch hour feeding pigeons,
kicking coke cans endlessly.
In his spacious penthouse office
with a prospect of Times Square
he seals another hefty contract,
he has lost the will to care.
Categories:
wharton, business,
Form: Quatrain
A bit of great cuisine history
was made by Philadelphian Pat Oliveri.
Along with his brother Harry,
the steak sandwich was created in 1930.
They were the men to whom we all owe thanks.
Being hot dog vendors who ran out of franks,
Pat took some chipped steak from a butcher next door.
He created a new sandwich that would endure.
The years followed, and cheese was added later.
Other things like fried onions made their business greater.
Today, they offer steaks of great variety.
The business still operates in South Philly.
It is at Ninth and Wharton Streets for all to see.
They have catered to many a great celebrity.
A visit to Philadelphia is not complete
without a stopover at Pat’s Steaks to eat.
Categories:
wharton, history, travelbusiness,
Form: Rhyme
Michael Nutter is Philadelphia’s
Third African American mayor,
His middle name is Anthony but
Together his name stands for MAN,
He has two children and a wife,
That understands that he has to lay people off until he gets a better plan.
Michael Nutter may be the “man”
But to run a city he needs a lot of hands.
He ran for councilman and became the Chairman.
He went to Wharton business School and learned about the rules.
He is the mayor of Philadelphia and I think that’s cool.
He has closed a lot of library and most of the neighborhood pools.
He replaced John Street and hired someone the people couldn’t fool.
He is the mayor of Philadelphia and he 's always talking about what he wants done to
public schools.
Michael Nutter is the mayor of Philadelphia and he's always on the news.
Categories:
wharton, children, history, inspirational, political,
Form: I do not know?
The Price
Listlessly he feeds the pigeons,
strutting proudly in the park;
kicking at an empty coke can,
gravity has left its mark.
Nattily attired he's one of
many other CEOs
high atop the corporate ladder,
highly thought of, (what a pose!)
Tired of mergers, acquisitions,
weary of the daily stress;
where's the joy, the satisfaction,
where's the bliss of happiness?
Hamptons cottage never lived in,
cabin cruiser barely used;
his wife's begun divorce proceedings,
claims that she has been abused.
Son and daughter - Utah, Texas,
never sees them anymore;
dad's too busy making millions,
economics, what a bore!
Who'd have thought a Wharton graduate
with a double PhD
would spend his lunch hour feeding pigeons,
kicking coke cans listlessly.
In his three-room penthouse office
with a prospect of Times Square
he seals another hefty contract,
he has lost the will to care.
Categories:
wharton, loss
Form: Rhyme