No apology is necessary.
No apology is necessary.
The groundhog saw his shadow and the forecast here's for snow
And we are running out of space for our plow guy to go.
The snowdrifts he's already plowed loom high above my head
Our two car space may soon become a single space instead.
I know it's only Groundhog Day and much too soon to hope
That we won't have a lot more snow with which we'll have to cope
We gave up on the sidewalk... It's a solid sheet of ice.
And lately I've been thinking somewhere warmer would be nice...
I need a beach where men with trays serve cocktails on the sand
If you ask me this winter crap has gotten out of hand.
I know that snow's the price we pay for living way up here,
But 6 more weeks of winter? My garage will disappear.![]()
When I looked back in this thread I saw a lot of posts
And though most are from from Mrs Smeej Kim L jumped in so lets give her a toast
With another forecast of snow I feel Mrs' smeej's pain
Just turned February and with really 2+ months left of snow the snowblower firms stock will gain
I have forsaken the snowblower as some winters we have no snow
Space is at a premium in my garage so no more room to blow
So last year we had mostly 40 degree days and 30's in nights
Again my shovels would be enuf for me to clean up the snow and fight
I see Mrs smeej is struggling to live up her New Years resolution
Coca-cola the demon is to slay and what a revolution
All soda they now say is bad for you better to drink H20
Or like you said a glass or 2 of red like merlot
Sangiovese, shiraz, Pinot Noir and Cabernet S are the choice for me
out of the 7 days of the week with dinner i have red wine on ~3
When the doc has warned my BP was to high I got worried
I started eating more fruit and cheese for lunch and doin' the wine and now my BP issue seems buried
In moderation everything is ok
But if Imoved onto drinking too much wine the good results would go away
so carry on mr smeej and soon a new daily focus will take over you
Spring training soon with the new mighty again Yankee team to make you blue! ;-)
My symptoms have lately been changing
The rhyme scheme has been rearranging
It's worse than at first
With limericks I'm cursed
It's the fire for pan I'm exchanging.
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17 March 2009
It used to be - Saint Patrick's Day - I always celebrated,
Raising glasses, drinking pints until inebriated.
Singing 'bout those Drunken Nights and 7 Poor Old Ladies
Velvet Bands, Colonial Boys... But that was in the '80s
I sang of Unicorns, green alligators, long neck geese...
Then grabbed my keys, got in the car, and prayed for no police.
It's not the same as once it was when from the pub I'd crawl
It hasn't been for many years... Not since my sons were small.
These days I just boil the food and play The Clancy Brothers
Make sure that the boys wear green, like other Irish mothers.
I've grown too old to find much fun in standing cheek to jowl
Yet I sure miss the way an Irish fiddle seemed to howl...
For, though my iPod's loaded up, still Apple can't contrive
Technology to replicate the sound of something live.
But "It's no, nay, never, no more do I play the Wild Rover
No, never" anymore. But, if you're Irish come on over.
Or, if (like me in younger days) you plan to drink too much,
Find a friend who doesn't drink and designate them such.
Buy them Cokes or coffees. Keep them happy! Let them drive.
The best part of Saint Patrick's Day is getting home alive.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone.![]()
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