THE STINKY SALAD

By the Mighty Mumford

The salad got the heave-ho,

I’m waiting for my time to go…

Ken will be here

His third shift nears,

The clock tells me so!

Protein bar, celery

Perhaps not enough for me…

Pasta and sauce

At home may face loss,

If there’s any left for me.

Raincoat wasn’t needed tonight,

But driving up was a fright…

Cats and dogs

Fell with frogs,

No princess could stand the sight!

–Jonathan Caswell

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Something About Being Bland

The Tony Burgess Blog

I am very tame compared to many bloggers I encounter. My story is one of playing it safe and being a good guy. Frankly I am more bland than anything. There is a saying that good guys finish last, well I haven’t finished last but I am a person who hasn’t always been the most popular person.

I don’t have a best friend who is a non-relative, nor do I have a squad that goes everywhere and does everything. Perhaps there is a time in life when you just settle down and live your life in a way that isn’t all about not being bored. Trust me being bored is a good thing sometimes. Staying still is OK. Being at ease and at peace in your life means that you have been there and done that or you aren’t interested in keeping up with the Joneses.

The key thing is…

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from Cousin Harold’s Adventures In The Real World… ‘Cousin Harold, Security Guard’

Dean J. Baker - Poetry, and prose poems

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“Of course I like to help people – from my desk, with pop and chips. It’s the thought that counts.”

Cousin Harold

So stated a laboring Cousin Harold as he struggled against the imprecations of one Mrs. Grumpypants who was shoveling inspiration as quickly as she could on why Cousin Harold ought to apply for a job, somewhere.
Cousin Harold had been having a bad time considering the dozens of jobs for which he ought to apply and it had tired him out daily. By the time he came to actually having to do something about it he found himself caught in the philosophical dilemma of ‘to do, or to be.’

This became boring after a few seconds so he fell asleep on the couch with the newspaper folded over him.
Which was usually how Mrs. Grumpypants found him after returning home from work.

“Harold! Wake up! If you…

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