For Cee’s FOTD
One lived for music, the other art.
One had a giving, loving heart.
One was pompous, one sanguine,
and as for the one between,
give her an inch, she’d take a yard.
Raising triplets can be hard.
But if you divided each by three,
they’d be the perfect entity!
A Little Tip
Although I’m a big tipper, no gratificación
will be awaiting waiters who linger on the phone
and let my soup or burger get cold up on the shelf.
I’ll send my food back to the chef and spend your tip myself!
I’ve declared a moratorium on mandatory tips.
My money will not cross your palm if cold food meets my lips.
If you’re somewhere slumbering and my drink is late,
will it affect the money left beneath my plate?
You can bet your lazy ass it will. So get your butt in gear
before my lips get parched and dry from waiting for a beer.
If my bread basket is meager and the bread is old and dry,
I’ll save your 25 percent for another guy.
I’ll give it as a baksheesh for some kid that I pass
who hasn’t done a thing for me—just like your sorry ass.
Lagging in your service won’t win a lagniappe.
Lollygagging will not put a feather in your cap.
So if you seek a tip from me, attention will be fateful.
I only give gratuities for service when I’m grateful!
Geraniums, Blue Fescue, Lobelia, Lantana and Kalancho in my new planter by the pool. I went out to photograph these this morning, got involved in a dozen projects and was just informed by Forgottenman at 11:22 tonight that I’d never posted! Story of my life. Thanks, Forgottenman!
For Cee’s FOTD
This is an absolutely hilarious true story by “Silly Old Sod.” I couldn’t find a reblog button for WP so I’ve done screenshots of his lead-in and put a link at the bottom so you can go to his blog for most of the story. It is well worth it, so please read to the end.
Now, go here to ready the rest of the story: https://www.sillyoldsod.com/locked-in/
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Their responses to the meal I served were most enthusiastic,
though the wine glasses were paper and the knives and forks were plastic.
They devoured the mashed potatoes and ate every scrap of lamb,
licked clean the dish of green beans and massacred the ham.
They’re my most staunch supporters, and so I never fear.
If I run out of wine, they are satisfied with beer.
When the pumpkin pie is finished, then Oreos are fine.
It doesn’t matter if it is Nabisco’s food or mine.
When it comes to family appetites, I don’t have to worry.
They’ll eat anything I serve from hamburgers to curry.
There’s just one rule I have to heed on Thanksgiving day.
I put food on the table and get out of the way!!!
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Thanks to my friend Gloria for this cartoon. I couldn’t resist posting it in spite of the fact that I don’t know the source.