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Sunday Squibs




Ever wonder what people were like in cave man days? Look around the current crowd.

We like to reward good service with a nice tip, but what’s the use? Every good server’s been spoiled by that drunk rich guy who once left a hundred bucks.

Millions may call you genius. Maybe just your mom. No matter how many or few, it’s best to take an aw shucks attitude to the designation.

You can’t always get what you want. Mostly because they don’t make it anymore. But they’re always making new stuff to want. It’s up to you to develop an appetite.

Few of us are ready for Jesus’ Second Coming. But a long weekend could be bracing.

Some people say they’d rather be respected than loved, never knowing love is the shortest road to respect.

@jmcdonnell123

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  1. Free-verse poem, one line per squib:


    Flintsone, meet Rubble; McDonnell, meet Reynolds.
    Scrooge McDuck, nice-guy scourge.
    No genius Goofy, but he knew au shucks.
    Feckless Taz, that devil, had an appetite for everything!
    Bart Simpson, always ready for anything.
    Pepé Le Pew persisted, Penelope Pussycat enjoyed the long chase.

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  2. Hanna-Barbera meets Walt, wahoo! And Bartleby too

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