Golly Gee!

I bought some Chicken / Waffle potato chips today.

They sounded rather awful. What were you thinking, Lay’s?

You may ask, “Why’d you buy them, if they did not sound good?”

They called to me, oh golly gee, so I just thought I should!

When I hear running water, it does weird things to me.

I feel as if I ought to go in and take a pee!

I cannot wash the dishes unless I tinkle first.

If I should try, oh me oh my, things go from bad to worse!

It’s snowing out like crazy, so I am staying in.

I’m feeling kind of lazy and some think that’s a sin.

I guess I could go jogging, at least go take a walk.

Give me a break for heaven’s sake!  Are you the one to talk?

A neighbor from my childhood just gave me nice, fresh eggs!

I ate some. They were SO good I licked up all the dregs!

How oft we are forgetting how good fresh food can taste.

Before you know, by gosh, oh no, I’ll wear them on my waist!

Well, that is what I’m doing.  I knew you’d want to know.

Potato chipping, Looing, and hiding from the snow!

I think I’ll watch a movie my friend loaned me today.

What the hey, I think I may have DVDs to play!

Good night, Y’all!

You thought I was kidding
about the Chicken & Waffles.
Didn't you?






And yes, those first four eggs are GREEN!
I love them!  DELISH!

p.s. I am Samb.
Samb iamb.

Twenty Eight First Kisses?

I just saw the name of a movie,
A movie I must have missed.
Twenty Eight First Kisses?
But who have I even kissed?
I think that Eric Shenkle
In a 4-H game of tag
When I was maybe ten years old
(Although I hate to brag)
In loving whispers asked me out
But I can not recall
If there was any kissing done.
Can we count him at all?
I don't think that I ever kissed
Craig Lafferty at least;
The neighbor boy in my class at school
Who was somewhat of a beast.
I dreamed one night that he climbed in
Through my window and we kissed,
And just kissing got me pregnant.
I'm glad that he's not on my list!
I understand while very young,
My sister's boyfriend's brother
Kissed me at the drive in,
But here, we have another.
It's a case of did it happen -
A case of - Is it true?
Can I count him if I can't recall?
1) I'll leave that up to you!
And now, we can fast forward
To when I had turned fourteen.
2) I met Stan Denton on retreat;
Youth Conference I mean.
We dated through the summer
And yes, in time, we kissed.
He was the first boy I french kissed,
A treat not to be missed.
Oh wait!  I missed another,
One I tried to forget.
At twelve, I lost virginity
3) To a pedophile and yet,
I hid the memory deep away
Till after I was grown.
He kissed me as he forced me
With a pain I'd never known.
But turning back to high school,
4) I kissed Greg Palmer too.
We made out on a field trip bus.
What else were we to do?
I dumped him shortly after.
5) My excuse was Rodger's Ring.
In truth, though I did kiss them both,
They didn't mean a thing.
If you don't count my father
6) Who once slipped me the tongue
I've only kissed one other guy
Since I was very young.
When I was sixteen, I could go
To the Stake Gold and Green Ball
7) And there I met Jose who said
He loved me more than all.
He was an awesome kisser.
At fist we kissed a lot.
We married and it wasn't long
It seems that he forgot.
Near forty years together,
We ended in divorce
And now, I'm free to kiss again
But will I?  YES!  Of course!

Now, if I count just suitors,
Or boyfriends on my list,
That leaves me only five young men
That I have ever kissed!
I'd better get to kissing!
I can't be stuck at five!
I might just win the booby prize
For "Lamest Lips Alive!"

Forgive This Lame Attempt At 'Poetry'

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My sister sent to me a link for a site, "This blog is not for you."
The name the blogger chose I think just made me want to read it too!
It was replete with blog ideas and since I've only blogged a while,
I read the blog and it appears I'd like to change my blogging style.
I long ago had made the choice among the many crafts I do
And gave my poetry the voice that here in blog I share with you.
You may ask why I chose to write and I will tell you here and now.
It's not that painting lost the fight because I couldn't figure how
Nor sculpture lost for lack of love of clay or molding little peeps.
But merely writing got the shove because it seemed, to write was CHEAP!
For painting, there's canvases and paint and brushes that you have to buy.
Machines and fabric, trust me, ain't so cheap as once in days gone by.
I have a million rubber stamps, scissors galore, hole punches too.
I even have some jumbo clamps for any woodwork I need to do.
A wall of shelves is tightly packed with totes of fabric neatly stowed.
You'd laugh to see how tightly stacked two closets truly overflowed! 
I have three sets of Exacto knives, a bucket full of pretty beads,
Enough to provide three sister wives with all their down home crafting needs.

But here I sit, by my self, alone, on line and playing 'Words with Friends.'
With pen and paper I've been known to write a tale with pleasing ends.
This effort, now, to write this note, is falling sadly, short of par.
So I won't put it to a vote, but simply state what my feelings are.
I'd like to try to share with you some simple tales in silly verse
Because it's what I like to do but smile!  From here, it can't get worse!