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# 74. Up Up and away!

His dream was skyward,
But it ended up seaward!

Childhood plans aimed upward,
He wanted to spread outward;

Traveling would be his reward,
He did not care for any award!

He wished to be a steward,
But his habits were leeward;

And his movements awkward,
Pushed his career backward;

He was deeply hurt inward,
His enthusiasm went downward;

He should have moved onward,
He was an incorrigible coward;

He directed his ideas seaward,
And gave up all dreams skyward!
 
75. Freelance.

He finally chose to freelance,
His talents showed at a glance;

His word power sharp as a lance,
He was familiar with parlance.

He did not possess petulance,
He had a calm semblance;

He camouflaged his vigilance,
His work and time in balance;

His total success in freelance
Called for a merry jubiliance.
 
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The deep well of unconscious celebration.:high5:


What is a character but the determination of an :laser: incident?
What is an incident but the illustration of character?



It takes a great deal of history :popcorn:

to produce a little literature.
:typing:

Henry James Jr.
 
# 76. Bow very low!

I often wonder how,
Some people can bow,

To touch the ground low!
The human end of a mow?

Or just a grass eating cow?
They want everything now!

They must attend a pow-pow,
And ride wild horses in a row,

They must first learn to sow,
And be ready to go in a tow,

And make Toil their new vow,
If the want to hear a wow!
 
# 77. Fun with a Gun?

He loved to eat a bun, :hungry:

He wanted to have fun;
He must have been a Hun, :attention:

Wielding a gun was his fun;

His lover became a nun, :music:

He was always on the run,

He avoided the daylight Sun, :scared:

His life reduced to a mere pun.
 
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A little rebellion now and then is a good thing. :moony:

The tree of Liberty must be refreshed from
time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
It is its natural manure. :thumb:

Indeed I tremble for my country :fear:
when I reflect that God is just.
Thomas Jefferson.
 
# 78. A man and a mare.

A hole is owned by a hare,

A sturdy shed by a mare;

He could never less care,

That his house was threadbare;

No one would, to come near, dare,

He could ill afford to pay any fare;

People like him are very rare;

Better still, of them, to beware!
 
# 79. Peerage and average.

His talents were just average,
It did not the parents enrage;

What did his future have in storage?
Will he, for food, have to forage?

Will he have to work in a garage,
To buy his daily food and beverage?

But he found someone to encourage,
The someone who infused courage;

Gave him the much needed leverage
And gave a worldwide coverage;

His efforts stirred up a rage
And landed him in a peerage.
 
Religion's in the heart, not in the knees.:pray:

The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure.:happy:
Now, if i were a grave digger, or even a hangman, :rip:
there are some people I could work for with a
great deal of enjoyment.:rolleyes:

Douglas William Jerrold.
 
# 80. Out with out!

Life is a game from which you can't back-out.

Life is a plane from which you can't bail-out.

Life is a disease which has to break-out,

Life is a school from which you can't drop-out,

Life is a party from which you can't freak-out;

Life is a mansion in which you can't hide-out;

Life is a champion you can never knock-out,

Life is a battle field you have to be on the look-out,

Life is a stadium where you have to stand-out,

Life is a gathering from which you can't walk-out,

Life is a painter which decides whom to wash-out,

Life is a storm which determines whom to wipe-out.
 
# 81. The poser miser.

He was a terrible miser,
He was a terrific poser;

He was indeed a loser,
But he posed to prosper!

He appeared to be denser,
Inside he was much coarser:

Of good fortune, he was a chaser,
And an incorrigible trespasser;

Had he been really any wiser,
He would be a good dresser;

And pass for an organizer,
Or at least great composer;

He could have used an adviser,
And also a good advertiser.
 
I dogmatise and am contradicted, and in this conflict
of opinions and sentiments I find delight.
:happy:

A man in general is better pleased when he has a good
dinner upon his table, :hungry:
than when his wife talks Greek.


It is very strange, and very melancholy,
that the paucity of human pleasures should
persuade us ever to call hunting one of them. :sad:

Samuel Johnson.
 
# 82. A house.

The place is the real cause
Of many an inhuman abuse;
Of harsh words that accuse, :argue:
And of people who tend to misuse.

It does one's interest, arouse,
It can amuse and also confuse, :hug:
It is the palace of liberal excuse,
Which the people can't refuse.

It is the place the people pause
or refuse to leave just because,
It is where they can deeply muse :couch2:
Or if so inclined let thoughts fuse.

It is where love is let to diffuse, :kiss:
It is where seriousness can defuse,
It is where affection spreads profuse
It is where each other tend to enthuse.

 
# 83. Weirdos of the world.

He was his class topper,

He decided to become a skipper;
And ended up becoming a rapper!:drum:


She was a great whooper, :shocked:

He was her true worshiper,

Until she became a stripper! :doh:


He was a yapper and a napper,

Wished for the life of a grasshopper

And ended up as a wood chopper.:ballchain:

 
This was a good dinner enough, to be sure,
but it was a not a dinner to ask a man to.:nono:

Why, Sir, most schemes of political improvement
are very laughable things. :nod:

Want of tenderness is want of part,
and is no less a proof of stupidity
than of depravity. :mmph:

Samuel Johnson.
 
# 84. Two plus two.

He loved her dearly too, :love:
And took her to a zoo;

To do his best to woo,
All she replied was coo; :drama:

He liked her lovely tattoo,
She feared it was taboo; :fear:

To stand under a bamboo,
He even tried, her, to boo;

Which was an unwelcome goo,:hand:
May be they do need a voodoo.
 
# 85. Hoot or shoot.

She put down firmly her foot, :high5:
Which was the trouble's root;

He wished very much to shoot,
But all he could do was to hoot; :yell:

She won't let them have a moot,
He wanted to kick her with a boot,

It ended as a case of a real loot,
And she did at last, him, uproot. :ballchain:

He left with his eyes in soot,
Grudging the mischief afoot.
:doh:
 
Though we cannot out-vote them,
we will out-argue them. :argue:

Sir, I look upon every day to be lost, :pout:
in which I do not make a new acquaintance.

Language is the dress of thought. :thumb:

Samuel Johnson.
 
# 86. From slime to sublime.

Avoid associating with the slime, :nono:

They are prevalent in every clime;

Persons appear safe as quicklime, :couch2:

Friends turn them into slaked lime, :fear:

Birds get deceived by the birdlime,

But we should aim to become sublime.
:angel:
 
# 87. To survive...!

Often one has to be rough,

And if possible also tough;

It is not just quite enough,

To be remarkably frough;

Would you prefer a trough

When you can have a lough?
 
I wouldn't be too ladylike in love if I were you. :music:

Let us find out what everyone is doing :ear:
And stop everyone from doing it. :rolleyes:

Once people start on all this Art,

Good bye, moralitee! :wave:

Sir Alan Patrick Herbert.

 
# 88. The Doctor.

The doctor was called to attend,

A man whose tummy did distend;

The situation made them contend,

What did the good doctor intend?

The poor patient tried to pretend,

Though secretly he feared a portend!

The patient on a stretcher did extend,

The doctor did his best, on him, to tend.
 
# 89. The pole cat.

He removed his beret,
And sipped his claret;:spit:

The hall resembled turret,
On the exterior a minaret;

He enjoyed the sweet cabaret,
The nimble fingers on the fret;:ear:

He had a terrible secret,
He was indeed a ferret;:spy:

His mind was in deep regret,
He wished he could, all, forget. :whoo:

 
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