Author: maiamom

Today I got a furnace –

said “Good-Bye” to an old friend.

The old one was still working,

but was coming to an end.

So now I have a new one.

We’ll start a life together.

I hope for warm companionship

in the months of dreary weather.

The candle’s flame is burning

….burning brightly, clear, and true…

…lights a path that’s clear and steady

as it shows the way for you.

England’s had its funeral and

it was a Grand Affair,

with Pomp and Ceremony and

a Grandeur in the Air!

It suited England’s reigning Prince.

(I’m sure it cost a pretty pence!)

And all of us had a chance to see

a glimpse of the mourning Royalty.

The candle’s burning brightly,

burning clear to light your way.

The steady light shines clearly

so you’ll know your world’s OK.

The blood is running in the streets.

It’s Hunting Season on Man.

The killing’s been so steady…

it’ s hard to think when it began.

They kill at school.

They kill in a shop.

They kill a cop at

a traffic stop.

They kill in church.

They kill at work.

They kill the owner.

They kill the clerk.

They kill the shopper

or the passerby.

They kill to kill —

kill, so someone will die.

This is America….

what we’ve come to be.

A symbol for the world…

of Killing Liberty.

Yesterday we cleaned up the house.

We cleaned from bottom to top.

We washed and fluffed and picked things up.

We didn’t take time to stop.

We mopped and dusted, wiped and swept

till the house began to shine.

Now the house is a sparkling place

and the world is feeling fine.

I found a genie in a bottle.

I named that genie Aristotle.

“Aristotle”, I said, “I’d like to see

a lot of change in the world round me.

I’d like more happy and

I’d like more health.

I’d like more comfort

and I’d like more wealth.

Let’s bring the world

some glad surprise and

put more beauty

into every one’s eyes.”

So now it’s up to

Aristotle.

I’ve put a lot of faith

in that genie in a bottle.

We’ll run around and count the bodies.

We’ll bury those who’re dead.

“It’s our Noble Right to kill ourselves,”

the NRA spokesman said.

Lib’rals run around and spout:

“We can’t have any more deaths.”

They might as well sit quiet.

They might as well save their breaths.

We leave our homes each morning –

head to work, or school, or fun ==

And somewhere in America,

another shooter loads his gun.

There’s a sea in the city…

its surface like glass…

its waters unmarked

by the boats as they pass….

My Kitties like their breakfast and

they like it right on time.

If its late, they show displeasure

with their little kitty whine.