Know how to behave at a buffet. Take a clean plate for a second helping.
quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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Helping Mom
I like helping my mom
Around the house everyday,
I clean my room after I play
And help her with my sister too
After I return from school
Helping my mom is so cool
I help her in the kitchen
And help her to clean the den
I help her to feed my sister
When I am not watching my cartoons
And I help her to blow her the balloons
I just do about anything for my mom
And by now my mom knows it very well
As long as she pays me that she can tell!
poem by Dorian Petersen Potter
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A buffet to Remember
It was a buffet to remember
With a lovely Hawaiian theme
Food so fresh and flavorful
It was truly a food critic’s dream
Shrimp so sweet and tasty
Dipping sauce perfectly mixed
The platters were so beautiful
With everything that was fixed
A pig cooked to perfection
We couldn’t wait to eat
So much food to put on our plate
Hard to carry it to our seat
The perfect way to celebrate
Harold’s 100th birthday
Grabbed our plate and filled it up
It was just like a holiday!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Battle Song
There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,
Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,
Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming --
Steaming in the heat of the fray.
Midnight striking and the strife appalling,
Strong men staggering and weak men falling,
And deep in the heart of me a still voice calling:
'Make for the buffet while you may.
'Make for the buffet while you may, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet while you can;
There's hope for the stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the thirsty man.
Thrust through the throng! Be obstreperous and strong!
Fight till your strength is sped.
Fight and prevail; do not falter, do not fail,
Make for the buffet and be fed!
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet and be strong;
Dense is the press and the air is growing less,
Fierce is the fight and long.
Fierce is the fight and oppressive is the night,
Stern is the strife and fell;
Pale is your cheek; you are wan and you are weak;
Make for the buffet and be well!'
Painfully and wearily the hours are dragging,
Old men are falling now and young men flagging;
White ties weakening and stiff shirts sagging --
Sagging as the hours go by.
Consciousness is failing me and outlines merging,
Thunder in my ears as of sea-foam surging,
And deep in the heart of me a faint voice urging:
'Make for the buffet lest you die.
'Make for the buffet lest you die, poor stranger;
Make for the buffet while you can;
Fight your way through like a woman in a queue,
Fight like a jungle-man!
Batter the élite with your hands and your feet,
Butt them in the backs with your head:
Strike for your own! You are hungry and alone;
Make for the buffet and be fed.
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet lest you die.
There's hope for stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the throat that's dry.
Courage and strength will rewarded be at length;
Weight in the end will tell.
Up, then, and on! Are you weary? Are you wan?
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor stranger!
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor ranger!
Make for the buffet and be well!'
poem by Patrick Barrington
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Clean
Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Oxymoron Sonata
They call this poor disable boy at school in the building maintenance class oxymoron but he is not and he is a poor disable men just like me
But I get instruction from my building maintenance at school and I have To follow it if I want to learn something because I am not there just to Waste my time and the teacher tells me to take the other men with me And teach him how to clean the windows
But all the other people do is laughing about the two of us that are Trying so hard to learn how to clean the windows at the school cafeteria
And I also find it very sad because they don't have respect for anybody And they behave like animals also
But when the school principle comes into the class and evaluates how The teacher is teaching than the whole behaviour changes
And they behave like saints
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Why Cant You Behave?
Why cant you behave?
Oh, why cant you behave?
After all the things you told me,
And the promises that you gave,
Oh, why cant you behave?
Why cant you be good?
And do just as you should?
Wont you turn that new leaf over,
So your baby can be your slave?
Oh, why cant you behave?
Theres a farm I know near my old home town,
Where we two can go and try settling down.
There Ill care for you forever,
cause youre all in the world I crave.
But why cant you behave?
Theres a farm I know near my old home town,
Where we two can go and try settling down.
There Ill care for you forever,
cause youre all in the world I crave.
But why cant you, oh why cant you,
Oh why cant you behave?
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Climbing The Hill
Stand still
With your hand climb the hill
If you use a spoon
You won't finish soon
Don't dream
Because you might no see the steam
If you do so don't cry
When you find the plate clean and dry
Eat more food
To reach you adulthood
Be careful they might think you are rude
Take a look
So that they may let you off the hook
If a rock of a hill sticks on your neck,
Drinking water is the trick
If it's too hot on your chest
No one can check
Just resist
Until your delicious hill gets flat
Wishing to get another plate.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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You come before me this morning with clean hands and clean collars. I want you to have clean tongues, clean manners, clean morals and clean characters.
quote by John Burns
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Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm... As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
quote by Audrey Hepburn
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For me, I go in and play a few Christian songs for an audience, and now I have people come up and not tell me I'm great, but tell me that my music is helping save their lives, helping them in the Lord, and helping them end their vices.
quote by Rick Derringer
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Thanks be to God
for washing my dirty dishes
and helping me clean up
after all my messes
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Main Entrée
Hope all of you are having a fantastic New Year...
Thus far.
And remember this:
Keep your dreams and wishes as your 'main' entrée.
Whenever you are deciding what choices to make,
From life's menu of events?
Do 'not' be discouraged if what is wished,
Isn't listed as being available to serve.
You will just have to find a way,
To whip 'that' up yourself.
You know what you like...
And how you want 'that' presented!
For 'your' enjoyment!
Exclusively.
And eat as much to your heart's content.
AND...
IF anyone 'should' say,
You are full of 'yourself'?
Let them know just how right they are!
'Im-me-jet-ly! '
Oh, yes!
At least this has been identified.
And you are 'not' in a state of denial!
To hide or confuse.
And 'everything' dished on your plate,
Will be enjoyed!
And...
To annoy?
You turn this into a buffet!
Licking your fingers,
Publicly and sometimes not...
Everyday!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty of Music
The beauty of music surrounds us
Like the sands of time
Always inside of us
And never lost from our lives
Once we hear music…
We slowly submerge into a world created just for us
Invisible from everyone else
Pressure to be someone else banned in this world
We feel peace come over us
And our mood changing quickly
Our troubles being washed away for now
And a clean slate once we listen to music
Music is our lifesaver
Helping us keep sane
Helping us know who we really are
Music helps us forget our lives for only a few minutes…
poem by Casey Lyon
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The Cleanest Man....
he is clean
he prides about the beard
that he has
just shaven
he is clean
there is no hair left on his head
no hair between his thighs
and legs
he is clean
his chest is bare now
his heart slowly
beating
he is clean as he
is empty
like a room without
furniture and
drapes
he is clean and without
sin
he who has not done
anything
and can do not wrong again...
he is clean now
for he is dead....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Saintly Sin
There was a man dressed shabbily
in church in the same old pew.
He sat there piously and pretended to pray
but knew what he would do.
He waited patiently for the collection plate
to pass him in the pew.
He made the effort to stop the plate
and this is what he'd do.
He'd place a penny in the plate
and take two quarters out.
And as he left he'd smiled a lot
and you would hear him shout
Hallelujah Lord.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Oh, when I was in love with you
Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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I really try at least to come back and answer the question as to whether that was really the best way to do that and was I really thinking straight and how did my opponents behave and how did the judges behave was needed.
quote by Floyd Abrams
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In This Hour Now That Is
In this hour now that is,
You can have that peace of mind.
There is no need to carry a weight.
Or contemplate a cause or need,
To put this off until a later time.
What cost do you pay,
Delaying this to say your life is at a loss?
When you can celebrate,
An appreciation...
To fill your cup!
Eat what is on your plate.
From a buffet selected.
Why wait?
Only you know what cravings are nourished,
When your appetite satiates to flourish.
In this hour now that is,
You can have that peace of mind.
There is no need to carry a weight.
Or contemplate a cause or need,
To put this off until later!
When you can feed that need that pleases...
In this hour now that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Is My Recommendation
I am not there with you.
But I understand where you are.
I've had that view before.
Remember when you chose to ignore it?
And I suggested not to become addicted?
Remember...
When we were told before we took hold...
'To see but not be of it? '
Especially not to indulge becoming transfixed.
Well...
I hear your explanation.
However,
I have no comtemplations on my plate,
For a second helping.
Eat until that feast increases to bleed your soul!
That is my recommendation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clean Up The World
Clean Up The World
Where have we gone?
We’ve drifted away
Too many years
Nothin’ to say
Too many years
Intentional lies
Too many years
Collegiate-laundered hipplets
Drivin’ us to demise
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Along came McRonald
We got in its way
Too many years
Puppeteers played
Too many years
Stealing us blind
Too many years
Of totalitarians smothering us from the right
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Their Wall Street money’s been holdin’ us fast
Ideals shallow and vain
They sell us all just to make it last
Revolution of ‘89 today
We got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Self-centered cosmos
Material gain
Too many years
Deflecting their blame
Too many years
Stuffin’ their cart
Too many years
Deceit inside the head
Instead of love in their heart
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its grave
Copyright 1992 Will Fiala
poem by Will Fiala
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