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Ouch! (A Mused Poetry Contest)

September 29, 2020

The theme for this week’s A Mused Poetry Contest is Commercials. Click here to join in the fun or read the A Musing poetry.


Sticks and stones won’t break your bones?
Ever been hit in the head with a rock or a club?

If you have, stop on into the Slowpoke Skull Center.

At the door we’ll meet’cha
And then we’ll treat’cha
And we’ll all be wearing masks.

And for safety we all wear gloves!
well, kinda sort of,
we’re still waiting for a delivery from our vendor.

And if you do like being hit in the head with a rock then we have doctors at the Slowpoke Psychiatric Center standing by. Just enter the door on the left.

If you’re dizzy and your visions blurry –
Don’t worry.
Just wave and we’ll come and get ‘ya in a hurry.

So, my dear head hurtin’ friend;
stop tiptoeing through the minefield of concussions,
come on in and we’ll have a discussion.
We’ll get rid of that pounding percussion
and that pain you can just start aflushin’.

Evening and weekend appointments available.

Candy is dandy . . . or is it?

September 25, 2020

So I heard on the news this morning that some guy ate so much licorice he died. That’s crazy.

Not that I don’t feel bad for the guy and his family, but I guess the thing that bothered me the most about the story was the reporter saying, “…doctors said the man switched from red licorice to black.” There is no such thing as red licorice. What people think is red licorice is just red candy and it contains no licorice. File that under ‘Pet peeve’.

There was a time when Grand Funk Railroad was one of the best, most popular, rock bands in the world. In the video below they sing of some of the different dangers associated with black licorice.

Seasonal Change (A Mused Poetry Contest)

September 24, 2020

This week Chelsea tells that the theme for the A Mused Poetry Contest is a funny haiku. Then she added a bunch of technical stuff that reminded me of being back in school which made me think about lunch which brought me to Hostess Cupcakes and I sort of zoned out at that point.

(I don’t know why I thought about Hostess Cupcakes because I never really liked them, but whenever I did eat them I liked peeling the chocolate icing off of both of them and then breaking the cupcakes in half to get at that creamy stuff in the middle. Then I’d eat the remaining cake parts. Then I’d go back to the two pieces of chocolate icing and break those in half along the white curly frosting they put down the middle, put all four pieces together and eat those.)

I’m not sure if Hostess Cupcakes qualify as food but that’s beside the point.

Seasonal Change

More accurately, this should be Seasonal Changes because I did two. I don’t know if that’s legal or not (that’s what you get for zoning out and not reading the rules, buster!), but I guess that’s what I get for zoning out and not reading the rules.

Picked up a red leaf.
pulled a muscle in my back;
Thanks a lot, Autumn.

Autumn is here now.
Lovely time; I’d write more, but
sadly I’m out of . . .

I’m guessing none of you reading this have ever heard of Edgar Winter. I liked him a lot when I was younger and 48 years later I still listen to his They Only Come Out At Night album. The song below, Autumn is from that album and it’s a song that’s never going to vie for space on my music playlist. It’s alright for a sappy ballad, but a person is better off if they simply skip over it and listen to the other nine songs because all of those are very good. Aside from being sappy, the first line of Autumn always made me laugh:

“Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer.”

Really? It’s no wonder they buried this song in the middle of side two.

Fair Warning (A Mused Poetry Contest)

September 18, 2020


This is week two of Chelsea’s ‘A Mused Poetry Contest‘ and the prompt is a snappy poem about warning labels.

Fair Warning

I took my radio into the bath with me
and the warning label was right.
I got a shock, a jarring jolt,
my lord it was such a fright.

I drained the tub and dried myself
my nerves were in quite a state.
I vowed right then to always heed the warnings labels words,
“You’re right, oh labels. I do oblige, I’ll do as you dictate.”

“I’ll hold the saw by the correct end,
I’ll believe that matches may cause fire.
I promise not to drive with the sun shield in place.
and I’ll believe that if I drink Clorox bleach I may, in fact, expire.”

With that all said I took a breath to try and calm my nerves.
But my heart kept racing – thump, thump, thump – it just would not agree.
I had to take a tranquilizer, not one as prescribed, but three.
The label was right ‘cuz the next thing I knew I… Zzzzzzzz…


The NEW Weekly A Mused Poetry Contest

September 11, 2020

Gray clouds have parted, the sun is shining and fortune is smiling on us all because Chelsea is back with a new weekly poetry contest!

That’s right, you heard correctly! I know, it’s a little overwhelming and I’m feeling it, too, so let’s take a moment . . .

<moment being taken>

It’s the weekly ‘A Mused’ Poetry Contest!

From Chelsea herself:
Welcome to the our new poetry contest! Hilarity is our goal; funniness, laughable lines, hilarious rhymes -amusement!

Where once I told everyone to write terrible poetry, I now tell you to write terrible poetry with the intent to make us all laugh:

The Topic is eccentrics.

The Length will be a limerick.

Please go here to play along.

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Here’s my attempt at hilarity, funniness, and laughably hilarious amusement.

Henry wanted his in-laws to leave
So he sneezed really loud in his sleeve
The in-laws, abhorred,
to the door they rushed toward.
And a sigh of joy Henry did heave.


(And for what it’s worth – this new WordPress editor whatever thingee? I don’t like it very much at all.)

Out for a walk this morning

September 6, 2020
I was out for a walk early this morning. I like walking before the sunrise brings my mind back to the realities of the day and the other walkers and runners and bikers go outside and clutter things up. My head lamp was lighting the path in front of me and a couple of knuckle lights were bouncing around in a rhythm I always enjoy. As usual, I was listening to a Grateful Dead show and this morning was one from 1994. I’m not a big fan of late-era Grateful Dead because it’s too easy to focus on Jerry’s painful decline at this point in his life, but this show was standing out as a gem. And then to make that gem shine brighter came this unspeakably chilling version of ‘So Many Roads’ and I felt like I could have walked forever.
“So many roads to ease my soul.”


Frustrated & Mad

August 24, 2020

I was out for a nice walk on Saturday morning when I turned up a neighborhood side street and saw this sign and decided to stop in.

Garage Sale

As it turned out, the garage really wasn’t for sale after all.

Color me mad. Bait and switch, anyone?

I had this same problem last October when I tried buying a yard.

And not that you’re particularly interested, but in late July 2019 the homeowner not-so-politely asked me to leave his property when I complained to him that holding a rummage sale where everything  was set out neatly on tables and chairs was dishonest because there was nothing for a person to rummage through. That made me angry, being kicked out of the beautifully organized “rummage” sale like that, but not as angry as I was a month later from the response I got from the person running a thrift sale when I told her that there was nothing particularly thrifty about her prices for what was little more than a driveway full of junk.

I’m going to stop going to these types of “sales” because this whole situation with outdoor household bazaars is just too bizarre for me.

And just between you and I, at this point, since I’m still angry about Saturday’s disappointment, I’m seriously thinking of talking to someone about false advertising and trying to find out what my legal rights in these situations might be. I’m guessing there’s an association or guild overseeing the Used Goods of Household sellers (UGH) that I can contact about this. Certainly there must be someone who can put the kibosh on these secondhand-good selling fraudsters and their scams.

In the meantime, I’d be curious to know if anyone out there in the blogreadingverse has ever had any luck buying a garage or a yard at one of these so-called “sales”.





The Writing Group (First Flight)

August 18, 2020

From Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch is this week’s challenge.

August 13, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a first flight. It can be anything or anyone that flies. What is significant about the first? Go where the prompt leads!

First Flight

I can’t say he took it all in, but today was a beautiful day for a first flight. The sun shined down from a bold blue sky and lit the runway.

“Ground control to Captain Griffin.”

“Griffin here.”

“We’re a ‘go’, Captain.”

And just like that things started to speed up.

“You got it?” I huffed as I started to run faster.

“I think so.” His voice was a little shaky, but not from fear.

“I’m letting go now, Griff. Hold the handles and keep pedaling.”

“I— I got it, dad!”

And just like that my son was flying.



What I Saw Today: 08/17/20

August 17, 2020

This morning I saw the  Bumblebee Nature Trail. No apiaries here. This is a place where bumblebees come to have fun and par-tay.

For what it’s worth, I did not see any bumblebees. Although I was there early and I’ve heard that bumblebees are considered to be notoriously late sleepers in the bee kingdom (probably because of all that partying?) and they much prefer brunch over breakfast. I think I heard that on an episode of NOVA once, but maybe not; maybe I heard it somewhere else.

Thankfully, I also did not see a can of Bumblebee tuna left by a litterbug.

If you like taking pictures of the things you see please share a link to your blog in the comments so I can go and see what you saw.

Bumblebee trail

What I Saw Today: 08/11/20

August 11, 2020

Today I saw the numbers ‘7’ & ‘8’ misaligned on a wall calendar. This is a great of example of not only reckless typesetting (tsk… tsk…), but of why proofreaders are so important to the balance of life.

I don’t know about you, but seeing this type of typesetting blunder this morning has pretty much ruined the entire month of October for me.

I had more to write about today but it’s going to have to wait while I try and process this lapse of professionalism.

If you like taking pictures of the things you see please share a link to your blog in the comments so I can go and see what you saw.


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