How The Grinch Stole Music

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The mean old Mr. Grinch came one day

To steal music and took it away

Gone is good old Rock and Roll

The music that used to feed my soul

R&B, Reggae and Hip Hop

He replaced them all with Teenie pop.

Music that once made me glad,

Now do nothing but make me sad.

Why Mr. Grinch? Please tell me why.

Why did good music have to die?

The Grinch laughed and he said to me,

I’ll leave you the talent-less Britney

Listen to your heart’s content

Some think her music is heaven-sent.

But Mr. Grinch, how dare you!

She lip syncs, you know that too!

And please don’t leave me with Madonna

Or that one-dimensional Rihanna

Mr. Grinch ignored me and walked out the door

And good genuine music was no more.

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I Ab Sick!

Image of a container of Vicks VapoRub

Image of a container of Vicks VapoRub (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today ahb sick

and feeling blue

feverish and achy

I dink it’s da flu.

I tawt ob s’daying

at hobe in by bed

wrapped up in by blanket

frob by toes to by head.

but work was too important

I had to cob id

If I’d called in sick

what a terrible sid!

When I get hobe,

I’ll soak in the tub,

Then rub by chest

with Vicks VapoRub.

It’s an ebergency

when us ben are sick

somebody better call

the doctor quick!

I can barely breed

ba dose is ruddy

don’t laugh at be

cuz this isn’t fuddy.

ab sick like a dog

and dink ahm dying

I hate this code!

and I feel like crying.

The Fly In My Eye

Oh me oh my

I thought I would die

when a fly went in my eye.

I started to shout

then jumped about

until my wife gave me a clout.


she said, stop it you fool!

you sound like a tool

crying like a kid in school.

We are in a store

don’t embarrass me more

at least wait till we are out the door


People were all staring

my poor eye was tearing

And I totally felt like swearing.

Well woe is me!

I barely can see

honey sorry for being so wimpy.


You men are all the same!

Can’t stand a little pain,

driving us women insane!

But honey…NO BUTS!

It’s driving me nuts

I’d rather a thousand cuts.


Let’s get out of here

I’ll lose it I fear

you make me pull out my hair.

you and your damn eye

and your silly little fly,

Sometimes I really wish you’d die!


But hon, when you bleed

every month you plead

and I always heed.

I gave you your space

in a terrible haste

for a while you don’t see my face.


So don’t add flame to my fuel.

there’s no need to be cruel

and pray, let us not duel.

Let me deal with this fly

that’s still in my eye,

today, one of us will die!





A stumped blogger

The discouraged Nenene suffering from writer's...

The discouraged Nenene suffering from writer’s block continues to lament the disappearance of Yomiko (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My well of thoughts has run dry,

I can’t think what to write.

Even when I have a thought,

It doesn’t sound quite right.

I sit at my computer

With my favorite drink,

But no matter how hard I try,

My brain refuses to think.

Is it just a writer’s block?

How long will it last?

Would I ever write again,

as I once did in the past?

No words, no rhyme,

No poetic blog.

My buffet of thoughts

Consumed by some hog

But don’t’ you fret

Don’t give up on me,

I will be back

Just you wait and see.