Sunday, November 18, 2012

A Christmas Poem by Yukon


A Christmas Poem

To pee,
Or not to pee?
That is the question.
Why bring
an evergreen
tree
into the house
if not for ME?
and my investigation...
What's with the bitter apple spray
And Baby-saver screen?
What rates all this attention?
You hang last year's beads
and baubles upon the branch
I'll give it what it needs,
My very own addition.

The End. Yukon

Monday, November 5, 2012

animated story--true

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quick story.. :oldgeezer: ..back in the day, our family lived with my aunt's family :farmer3: for several months as we were between houses. Us 4 cousins "younger" kids (10 thru 5) were sitting quietly at the dining room table :grouphug2: watching through the door to the kitchen stove :stirpot2: where our mothers were cooking something mysterious. :fryegg: We voted and my younger brother was elected to "interrupt" and spy on the upcoming meal.. :notsafe: ..he heard my aunt say, "Do you think we should tell them what it is?" and my mom said, "If we do, they won't eat it." :mrgreen: 

Now I had eaten beef tongue, :muscles: what could be worse than eating a steer's tongue?!?! :( 

My brother got in trouble for leaving the table, :detective: but he did get a good look in the skillet. "It's long strips," he said. "and they're all curled around like octopus arms." :oops: 

We were silent. Sure enough, my aunt brought the skillet to the table :fryegg: and my brother was right....they were trying to feed us OCTOPUSES!!! We bowed our heads and thanked the Lord, :priest: but we wished for once the prayer had been longer. :priest: However, as we passed our empty plates to my aunt, my little brother burst into tears. "Please don't make us eat octopus," he wailed. :cry_baby: 

My aunt was horrified, :slap: "Oh, honey. No. We would never make you eat octopus! This is beef heart. It's good, I promise you." :mrgreen: We were so relieved that it came from a cow :choir: and not an octopus, that we cleaned our plates :dinner:and asked for more. :angel: (It was a cheap cut of meat that they couldn't have served to their husbands, no matter how lean times had become.) :farmer2: :farmer2: :farmer2: :farmer2: