Seniors don’t know the date
But it’s not from dementia
It’s more ‘cause they’ve lost
Their sense of adventure
My once steady grip
Has shown me the slip
Closing a loophole here
Opens a rabbit hole there
Women dress for women
The gals give a fig
For men they wear nothing
Men are such pigs
If only all the drinks after the second one merely maintained the feeling of the second instead of blowing it up.
When I open the door to my friend’s house he leaps from his couch, digs his nails into my chest, and slobbers all over my face.
Just kidding. It’s his dog who does that.
Unless we’re on the stage at the concert of life, we’re going to have an obstructed view.
The exotic I love
Till it hits my shin bone
My dominant thought then--
Me wanna go home
TMI slows our progress on the highway of life. The merely boring is a stalled car. The cringeworthy is a wreck.
The artist calls death the big sleep
The theologian calls it the big change
As usual, Sunday Squibs rock and always raise questions as to your current state of being.
ReplyDeleteHave you lost your need for adventure and are ready to go home?
If it's Tuesday, this must be Belgium.
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