VOCAL: Snafu Senryu
He’s waving at me.
He’s so handsome, I wave back.
She runs to hug him.
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That horn. That big, curvy, brass, old-timey horn. Mom and Dad had gone on one of their regular trips to Cape Cod. While not necessarily into antiques, they did like the unusual, things that were fun but mellow. Our house was very conservatively decorated in what I would call Colonial Irish: lots of oak and brass, with some tartan patterned furniture, delicate table lamps, and a huge roll-top desk. Not my style, and not as warm and welcoming as my best friend’s home, which was filled with mismatched tag sale items and had a very “lived in” feel to it.
By Lynn Henschel2 years ago in Poets
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin7 days ago in Humor
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I would have just wanted to lay down and die. Lol!