A PICTURE IS WORTH ONE THOUSAND WORDS

In no particular order, here are three that Hootie likes--at least he covers the bottom of his cage with them. That does mean he likes to read them, right?


JUST LUST

She set her cap, said "He's the man
Whom I want to wed,"
Not thinking of the other ones
That may have shared his bed.

They married, and he left her flat
After two months and went his way,
Leaving her with HIV,
Her reward for their play.

And six years later, to the day,
After she became his wife,
We laid her in a cold, cold grave,
When she gave up her life.

So, girls, remember, though it be love,
Or passion if you please,
There's danger in this big old world
Whenever you spread your knees.



AHHH, the train of truth rolls on unabated--


GRACIE

Once red hair, now mostly gray,
We wonder about her life.
She lives with a man across the way
And we know she's not his wife.

She had a good man once, she says.
But for some untold reason, lost him.
Who knows? Maybe she wanted too much
And he wouldn't pay what it would cost him.

Whatever the reason, she's stuck with it now,
And lives with the man who does the chores.
Seems like she's angry all the time,
While stirring the neighborhood wars.

A no-account woman that no one likes
And avoids whenever they must--
Just wanting nothing to do with her,
And all the resultant fuss.

We pray for her when we go to church,
That she'll repent some day,
And become the woman she could be--
Or else stay out of our way.


And flights of fantasy, too--


THE MAZE

The moon came out late that night
And shone on the snow so white.
It almost seemed like broad daylight
Though it was midway through the night.

I looked out and saw the deer
Walking in the yard so near.
They walked over to the weir
To drink the water, crystal clear.

They turned and came back through the snow
And started playing by the window,
Running and leaping to and fro
Making patterns in the snow.

The tracks were there for three more days,
In the snow looking like a maze.
From times long past I recall their play
When I remember the good old days.


Happy Easter everyone.


Yams and ham and taters, too.
Beans and corn and biscuits, woohoo.
Banana pudding and cake with strawberries
Let's all eat and be merry.
And remember the reason for the day.
Christ arose in the Passion Play,
And wiped our sin from the slate.
Remember, now, and pass the plate!