Wanna start your Monday with a laugh?

For those of you unfamiliar, Candid Camera was a TV show. The original ran from 1960 to 1967 and I remember laughing at the jokes (un-cruel IMHO) played on people. Folks didn’t know that their reactions were recorded on camera until someone said, “Smile, you’re on Candid Camera.”

This following clip was taken from a later version of the show. Since I’m from Texas, I thought this clip was appropriate. Imagine being stopped and told to turn around because your state was closed for the day.

Enjoy!

via Candid

 

Do You Have Writer’s Disease?

I’ll talk of my pearls,

my rubies and gems

of gowns made of lace

and gold finished hems

I’ll talk of my island

surrounded by glory

of exotic birds

my elite territory

Oh, and my face

it’s perfect with beauty

What’s that you say?

I’m sounding too snooty?

Okay then! Alright!

I’ll tell you the truth

there are a few flaws

in this “fountain of youth”

That trademark I have

I’ve kept it well hidden

I shouldn’t be bragging

and boasting’s forbidden

I’m really a writer

which means I’m a mess

my hair I just tussle

my clothes, I confess …

… are simple like leggings

my t-shirts un-white

appearance means nothing

what does, is to write.

Okay,! Right now

I’ll stop pecking the keys

Oh, crap. One more thought

(Damn writer’s disease)

Geez!

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photo is from a great article entitled “The Seven Habits of Highly Neurotic Authors

 

daily post prompt: Trademark

 

 

 

 

 

The Woman’s Wee Man

So much did she love her wee Sammy Crockett

she kept him tucked safely inside her shirt pocket.

He didn’t much mind the prospect at first

he never was hungry, nor parched from a thirst.

The lining was soft, the fabrics in style

He seemed satisfied, at least for a while.

 

But the day she took him on a long morning  stroll

he started to feel like a con on parole.

He yelled from her pocket, “Enough is enough!

“Yes, I HEAR plenty, but I want to SEE stuff!”

Like bands playing songs, leaves blowing off trees,

a man at a circus atop a trapeze,

the people at market buying their wares,

the making of popcorn at our county fairs!”

 

Well, she loved him so much she planned to devise

something he’d like that would fit his wee size.

She built him a house from a splendid, smooth boulder

and attached the small building to the top of her shoulder.

She filled it with pillows, a couch and plush chairs

and cut out some windows to give him fresh air.

12488204 - image of a hand holding up a house on nice clear blue background.

 

“Look dear,” she said as they ventured to town,

“The queen has arrived with her shiny jeweled crown!

She continued to talk as she traipsed over ground

But her husband said nothing, no peep nor a sound.

 

She turned to the silence, looked in the wee house

and there, snoring deeply, lay Crockett, her spouse.

The townsfolk could hear as she said without doubt,

“He seemed to forget that he yearned to look out!”¬†

She carted him home, placed the house on a shelf

and decided to do something fun for herself.

 

 

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first image- 123rf.com

second image: ¬†youtube.com “Walk cycle-the proud naked old lady”