I din’nt call you!
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.
Badda Assa Grandma
went to the boxing gym
She wrapped her hands, stuck on her gloves, ready to begin
Just as the trainer held up his pads
her specs slipped down so low
she thought she’d jabbed the target
but she’d hit him on the nose.
photoshopped by CDW
cartoon and photoshop by CD-W
Bada Assa Glam-ma
didn’t strive for eli-gance.
Why bother with the hoo-pla
when she came by it per chance?
photoshopped by CDW
Some of you may have seen this before. It is still my favorite necklace. 😉
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)
photo is from a great article entitled “The Seven Habits of Highly Neurotic Authors”
daily post prompt: Trademark
It’s risky business, first learning to paint
being creative, letting go of restraint
who wouldn’t want to see two women chattin’
But maybe not Churchill
compressed in a wagon.
(a couple of my numerous early paintings)
daily word prompt: Risky
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.
“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.
first image- 123rf.com
second image: youtube.com “Walk cycle-the proud naked old lady”
I have no interest in who wins a national game.
I have no interest in popularity or fame
I have no interest in taking aim
Mostly, I have no interest in the mundane.
Daily word prompt: Interest