Flyball
1.
On the way to flyball we passed an incomplete building, the attached poster advertised a forthcoming retirement home, opposite a graveyard.
2.
At flyball the owners debated, over black coffee and bacon sandwiches, how best to improve their dogs’ diets.
3.
Flyball was a success; our dog ran well, so we treated ourselves to lunch while he waited in the car.
4.
During lunch a couple sat next to us. The woman told her partner to order anything, then complained about the price of the bill.
5.
We arrived home exhausted and fell asleep. The dog lingered, waiting for us to wake.
6.
That evening we had friends over. The dog threw up on the carpet, so we shooed him outside with a curse.
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All the Padres need is a flyball in the air.
quote by Jerry Coleman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Coffee Dream
Although it’s only one hour till lunch -
my stomach won’t wait.
Non-stop growling for the past two hours
has gotten the best of me.
Besides, my taste buds
are ready to murder for a cup of coffee.
Should I say ‘murder’ in a courthouse?
I discovered myself in the eating lounge
with a coffee machine that still doesn’t work.
How unfair that I can’t leave the building
for a quick cup of coffee till lunch.
So, I resort to having the small salad and orange
that was to be my lunch.
Still, I want that coffee!
I’ll take it boiling hot
right out of the pot.
So now I look forward
to when then release us for lunch.
I plan to run down the street and get
a very large cup of coffee -
maybe two or three.
I desperately need my caffeine fix for today.
Lunch With Gina
That must be her again
She's leaning on my bell
That cold psychotic brain
The one I know so well
So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone
There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home
This endless afternoon
It started on the day I met her
Lunch with Gina is forever
She's coming round the corner
Her body's just a blur
I peel out like The Flash
It don't mean boo to her
So I duck into Nino'sshe's barred from the place
The minute I walk out she's right in my face
She's got nothing but time
No use in trying to be clever
Lunch with Gina is forever
Now I'm in my apartment
The blinds down the lights out
The phone rings God help me
There's nobody home
I crouch on the carpet
Not breathing just being
Like meat on the bone
I'm in a cozy booth
Maybe my watch is fast
Another Tanqueray
I'll wait till twenty past
I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in
I guess she's a knockouthey where have I been?
The waiter never comes
God knows the service could be better
Lunch with Gina is forever
Coffee and a kiss
Maybe later maybe never
Lunch with Gina
song performed by by Steely Dan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rhonda's Day at the Park
Rhonda Wright where have you been today?
I've been at the Community Park to play
What did you and your friends do to have fun?
I hit the baseball into the lake and made a home run
I pushed Billy on the swing; he fell on the ground
He lay there limply for awhile without a sound
Then finally he moaned and took a deep breath.
He brushed himself off, then ran away and wept.
The slide was very tall and had many humps
I sat on waxed paper and bounced the bumps
I slid so fast that I could not stop and crashed
Striking startled Sally as she gallantly dashed
We had a lunch of hot dogs and potato salad.
As we grilled more dogs and sang a country ballad
it started to rain, so we went to the pavilion
Many ants joined our lunch; I counted a million…
It was very enjoyable, and I want to do it again
For some reason my friends did nothing but complain
I do not understand why they all wanted to go home
They must be suffering from a negative syndrome.
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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I lived at home and I cycled every morning to the railway station to travel by train to Johannesburg followed by a walk to the University, carrying sandwiches for my lunch and returning in the evening the same way.
quote by Sydney Brenner
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Girls Just Want To Have Lunch
[parody of girls just want to have fun by cyndi lauper]
I know to keep a woman satisfied.
When I whip out my diners card their eyes get so wide.
Theyre always in the mood for something to munch.
Ah girls, they wanna have lunch.
Ah, girls just wanna have...
Thats all they really want,
Some lunch.
Dont ask em to dinner
Or breakfast or brunch,
cause girls, they wanna have lunch.
Ah, girls just wanna have lunch.
Girls they want, wanna have lunch, girls, wanna have...
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cars... Waiting in the sun(9/11/01)
Patiently waiting their owners,
the cars sit alone
Blue Mercedes, black ford,
red Dodge, grey Toyota
But for tonight these waiting cars,
will not be going home
No one gives it a thought,
nor cares an iota
Only two days later
does one give it a thought
That these cars waiting their owners,
and coated with dust
Would never be driven again
by their owners
Though waiting, patiently…
oblivious in trust
Waiting in bright sunlight,
where once there was shade
From the two majestic towers
that seemed to forever persist
Waiting in the lonely parking lot
for owners delayed
By the fact that their owners…
and the towers… no longer exist.
poem by David Whalen
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Lost Soldier Boy
I watched him
as he marched off to go fight
in that great Civil War
that I now see as nothing
but foolishness.
He had turned back
to wave at me
and tell me not to worry.
He reminded me
to write him every single day,
and promised me
that he would do the same.
Many months I waited.
I wrote him everyday,
just like I had promised.
How many letter he actually recieved
I will never know.
I told him of the town.
Of his little sister being married.
Oh they were a glorious couple.
So happy so true.
Many months passed me by
while I waited
waited for my lost soldier boy.
Time dragged on
and I had not heard from my soldier boy.
There was talk
that the war would soon be over.
My family beseeched me to move on.
'He's more than likely dead.'
They would say
'You need to live your life.'
But I just couldn't.
And so I kept waiting
waiting for my lost soldier boy.
Then the war finally ended.
And all the boys
came home as men.
And we celebrated our defeat
for the war was over
and no more had to die.
But I could not celebrate
for there was one
who did not come home.
It was my dear
lost soldier boy.
poem by Tylee Xian
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Wake Up Little Susie
Wake up little susie, wake up. wake up little susie, wake up.
The movie wasnt so hot, it didnt have much of a plot
We fell asleep, out goose is cooked, our reputation is shot
Wake up little susie, wake up little susie
What are you gonna tell your mama, what you gonna tell your pa
What are you gonna tell your friend when they say ooo la la
Wake up little susie, wake up little susie
Well I told your mama that youd be back by ten
Now susie, baby looks like we goofed again
Wake up little susie, wake up little susie, we gotta go home
Wake up little susie, wake up. wake up little susie, wake up.
The bullfrogs sound asleep, wake up little susie and weep
Its four oclock and were in trouble deep
Wake up little susie, wake up little susie
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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My Black Home.
In my black home
Sometimes the opposite skin
Is perceived to be supreme
Even than our kin.
In my black home
Leaders see their reigns
Everlasting and forget that
Big ones had come and gone as the rains
That fell yesterday.
In my black home
My brothers desire
Toiling on lands of the white
And on return bring home pastures
So green to get here
If the peaks had made patriotism
Prior to party love
Would it be so?
In my black home
Sometimes my sisters
Are forced to marry
My parents friend.
In my black home
Despite these
There are more natural resources
The gold and green
And the fuel
And for all these I am proud more
Despite the eyesore
In my black home.
poem by Elorm Dogbo
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Exhausted
Exhausted.
From the high cost of living,
Charity giving and donated sweat.
Let's you and me,
Set aside some time so we...
Can get busy!
Exhausted!
From daily fears warned,
And people torned
Between what's right and wrong.
Let's you and me,
Cast aside those trivialities.
Getting butt naked...
And doing as we please,
Getting busy!
Exhausted...
From creditors who call,
To arrange bill payments!
The neighbors barking dogs,
And arguments not making sense.
Let's pretend we have none at all,
And get busy after dating for lunch...
Easing these tensions,
With the headboard banging against the wall.
Busy like rabbits and making catcalls.
Are you exhausted,
By those images I recall?
Me too!
And I am so glad you didn't dare me,
Like your eyes were wishing for those days
Like I do!
We both know we're too...
Busy to get naughty,
Like we did before age 40.
When we come to that line we'll cross it.
Next time!
But right now we're both much too exhausted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Almost Sunday Morning
In the summer of 1956,
any Saturday at midnight
when the moon was full
and the stars were bright,
you would see Grandma Groth
on her front-porch swing
waiting for her son, Clarence,
still a bachelor at 53,
to make it home
from the Blind Man's Pub
after another evening quaffing
steins of Heineken's.
Many times when I was young,
I'd be coming home at midnight
from another pub just steps behind
staggering Clarence.
I'd always let him walk ahead
and listen to him hum
'The Yellow Rose of Texas.'
But the last Saturday night
that Clarence and I came down the street,
I didn't see Grandma on her swing.
She wasn't waiting to berate him.
So far so good, I thought,
until, not far from his house,
Clarence fell into Mrs. Murphy's hedge.
When I finally got him up,
I moved him like a fridge on a dolly
down the walk and into his house
only to see Grandma, a wraith
in a hazy nightgown, swoop
into the hallway, screaming
and thrashing Clarence with her broom,
pausing only to tell me,
'Go home to your mother now
so you won't be late for Mass.
It's almost Sunday morning! '
After that sad night in 1956,
I never saw Clarence again,
either marching to work in the morning,
his lunch pail gallantly swinging,
or staggering home at midnight
from the Blind Man's Pub.
But many a midnight after that,
I'd be coming home
from the other pub,
lunch pail in hand,
and I'd see Grandma
reigning on her swing,
broom in hand,
waiting.
Tonight, however, many decades later,
as I stroll home at midnight,
I realize I'm older now than Clarence was
the night he disappeared
and even though Grandma's dead,
I can still see her regal on that swing,
broom in hand, waiting,
and so I give her a big wave,
hoping to hear one more time,
'Go home to your mother now
so you won't be late for Mass.
It's almost Sunday morning! '
poem by Donal Mahoney
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That Home
There was lots of laughter
in that home
shed some briny
Tears
in that home
breakfast
lunch
and dinner
in that home
Me and my brother
in comfortable bed
in that home
Father and Mother
raised a family
best they could
in that home
now that home is gone
and
So is my childhood!
poem by Dorsey Baker
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Cindy, Cindy
(words & music by kaye - weisman - fuller)
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time youd pass me by youd take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird Id never fly away
Id sit up on your shoulder baby and sing to you all day
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home cindy cindy
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home to me
I wrote it in a letter, carved it on a tree
Told it to a honeycomb, told it to a bee
Told them that I love you, they all know its true
Say it till the cows come home until it gets to you
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home cindy cindy
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home to me
Need you in the morning to start the coffee pot
Need you in the afternoon to fan me when Im hot
Need you in the evening when supper time is through
What Im really tryin to say is I cant get enough of you
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home cindy cindy
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home to me
If I were a musician Id harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me say it and tell me so
I need two charms about me baby to have the whole world know
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home cindy cindy
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home to me
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home cindy cindy
Come on home cindy cindy, come on home to me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Silver
Nirvana- Silver
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please don't go
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatoes and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meats too good
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I killed my toe
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone
song performed by by Nirvana
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The brown bag, of course, had its imperfections. While some kids carried roast beef sandwiches, others had peanut butter. I have no way of knowing if all of those brown bags contained 'nutritionally adequate diets.' But I do know that those brown bags and those lunch pails symbolized parental love and responsibility.
quote by Charles Mathias, Jr.
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First Day of School
I feel dizzy: I feel sick,
Hey, she threw up a stick!
He has ice,
She has lice.
Our teacher sneezes way too much,
Wait, where's my lunch.
The nurse is very sick,
Look I found a baby tick!
My principal has the flu,
Are we almost through?
Someone found a fly,
Then ate the ugly guy.
Then came lunch,
Oh, dare, it was a mess.
At 2: 50, we all threw up,
Then we all left when a chicken clucked.
My first day just wasn't right.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Home is where our bed is
We can fight all we want
You may even call me names
Telling me how much you hate me
But home is where our bed is
Home is where you forgive me
Home is where i let go of all the pain
Home is where we come to
When we show all our love
You can tell me how stupid i was
I can even show you all my anger
I can vent thru you
And you will feel like walking away
But home is where our bed is
And our bed we most come to
There i will tell you how sorry i was
And there you will forgive without no holding back
You can tell your friend
How bad I've treated you
You can even make some up
And they find it hard to forgive me
But baby home is where our bed is
Home is where you take my crip and still says i love you this man
Home is where you tell your friends that they are wrong
Home is where you tell them all to go to hell
Home Is where we wake up to
Home Is where you forgive
Home Is where you don't sleep 0n me baby
Home Is where our heart is
H0me is where all doors are closed!
Curtains are drawn!
Blinds are shielded! And 'its just you and me
Home is where you forgive no matter how big the sin is
Cause home is love
And i love you!
poem by Hontonnu Dominic
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Won't You Come Home (And Talk To A Stranger)
Well I was out a drinkin' with a couple of friends of mine
When the bartender handed me the telephone
Said there's a wife on the line
I told her I was just a drinkin' with a couple of buddies I knew
but she told me in a few short words
Just what she wanted me to do
She said won't you come home and talk to a stranger
You might even make yourself a friend
She said won't you come home and talk to a stranger
It's the only place in days you haven't been
Well I sat there about an hour talkin' with the rest of the guys
When she walked through that front door
She had get home in her eyes
She said you've danced and talked with every woman in town but me
And if you'd just come around the house you might like my company
She said won't you come home and talk to a stranger
You might even make yourself a friend
She said won't you come home and talk to a stranger
It's the only place in days you haven't been
She said won't you come home and talk to a stranger
You might even make yourself a friend
She said won't you come home and talk to a stranger
It's the only place in days you haven't been
song performed by by George Strait
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Won't You Come Home
Well i was out a drinkin'
With a couple of friends of mine
When the bartender handed me the telephone
Says "there's a wife on the line."
I told her i was just a drinkin'
With a couple of buddies i knew
She told me in a few short words
Just a what she wanted me to do
She said "oh won't you come home and talk to a stranger.
Cause you might even make yourself a friend."
She said "won't you come home and talk to a stranger.
It's the only place in days you haven't been."
Well i sat there about an hour
Talkin' with the rest of the guys
When she walked through that front door
She had "get home" in her eyes
She said "you've danced and talked
With every woman in town but me.
And if you'd just come around the house
You might like my company."
She said "oh won't you come home and talk to a stranger.
Cause you might even make yourself a friend."
She said "won't you come home and talk to a stranger.
It's the only place in days you haven't been."
She said "oh won't you come home and talk to a stranger.
Cause you might even make yourself a friend."
She said "won't you come home and talk to a stranger.
It's the only place in days you haven't been.
song performed by by George Strait
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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