Unfortunately, Sh*t-Kicker Girl is pissed at Ajax for spoiling her big moment and kicks his butt...
Geek
Pretend you don't see her
Pretend she's not there
Walk right past her
Because we don't care.
Don’t look, don’t listen
Don’t giggle, don’t speak
Pay no attention
Don’t even peek
Look at her hair!
Look at her face!
Isn't she a mess?
Isn't she a disgrace!
She's got no sense of fashion
No sense of style
Look at her clothes
Aren't they just vile!
She's not one of us
She's different, as can be seen
She makes it so easy
For us to be mean
She's not like us:
Pretty and rich
She's plain and she's geeky
Not a nasty-minded spoilt bitch.
The above poem was prompted by overhearing two 'young ladies' (a loose term!) discussing another girl at school and giggling nastily in that way that kids do. My first thought was almost the last line of the poem (nasty-minded spoilt bitches): the rest came from that.
Fortunately, in her secret guise as "Sh*t-Kicker Girl", Ginger smashes the 'unbreakable' glass and allows air in...
Banned for baffling a bemused banner because baffled banning became bothersome.
banned for exceeding your authority...
Fortunately the cab is airtight and the 'dozer floats....
Margarine
Doritos or cheetos?
Departed
Loving mother and wife
Had been her whole life
Through all the good times
And through the strife
Yet the one constant
That kept her strong
Was teaching the difference
Between right and wrong
Her strongly held values
She imparted with love
To her three fabulous children
And belief in God above
In church every Sunday
They sang God's praises
Feeling His love warm them
And their spirits He raises
Good examples she set them
Through action and word
And watched as her children
Developed and prospered
Into adults much admired
By friends, family and peers
A lifetime of hard work
Continued through all her years
Weariness ached within her
Aged joints were swollen and sore
No longer could she attend church
No longer could she her god implore
To take her to heaven, end her long life
And reward her for doing her duty
As a loving mother and wife.
Eternity claimed her finally
Into her ninety fifth year
Soft condolences uttered
Never sounded so sincere.
The full-to-bursting church
Rang with the Lord's songs
And for her soul just departed,
At His side, where she belongs.
Granted - but you see only the evil in the world and "strike out thine eyes"...
I wish I had not (mis)quoted the bible...
Fortunately Paul fell in first and I landed on top of him
Supplicant
"And help to cure them"
The religious devotee prays
"Send them peace
Throughout their days"
Head bowed and hands clasped
In pious supplication
She feels the love
Of holy exultation
Her God is her reason,
Her sustenance, her very breath
Her past and her future
Her life, her eventual death
She believes wholeheartedly
That she is part of God's Plan
To bear the sins of His children
In every way that she can
When she is called
To sit at God's side
She will pass on happily
Knowing that she tried
To always do
The best that she could:
To do no soul harm,
To always do good
She is confident of finding favour
When Judgement on her is passed
Only then will she be sent to
Her eternal rest at long last.
Until that day comes
She offers up her prayers and her tears
And knows in her heart
That her God always hears.
mysterious and secretive...