Thank you so much for making us laugh and giggle, Sally Cronin. I had a lot of fun with these. 🙂
A few jokes about heaven and hell… with no disrespect intended.. we all have our own version of what is to come and just hope that humour and laughter is included in the package.
God and Eve, for the Girls.
“ God I have a problem.”
“What’s the problem Eve?”
“I know that you created me and provided this beautiful garden and all these wonderful animals as well as that hilarious comedic snake, but I’m just not happy.”
“And why is that Eve?” “God I am lonely and bored and I am sick to death of apples!”
“Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution, I shall create a man for you.”
“Man, what is that God?”
“A flawed, base, creature with many bad traits. He’ll lie, cheat and be vain. He will be witless and will revel in childish things. He will be bigger than you and will…
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Unbelievable, how my friend, Seumas Gallacher deals with age. Age… the monster that hides in a dark corner to one day unexpectedly jump on us. – Oh yes… it hits ALL of us. Not one person on Earth will be spared. And if that day comes for me, I can only hope I’ll take it with the same humor as this man!
…this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler considers himself immeasurably fortunate to have in a global SOSYAL NETWURK countless wonderful friends who p’raps are showing just a tad wear and tear…
…infancy, teens and a few decades thereafter have elapsed in my own existence on this planet… the early ambitions, hopes and travails of a lifetime and career are valued mem’ries… pensionable age arrived a wee while back… but here’s the strange thing… I rarely feel ‘old’… physically of course, the litheness and athleticism these bones and muscles once possessed as a young professional footballer, have faded a touch… ‘ambling’ has replaced ‘sprinting’ as the preferred mode of forward bodily movement… a once-medal-winning tenor voice struggles to reach any kind of upper musical vocal register (although, thankfully, the ability to hold a key remains intact, Mabel)… so, am I about ready to be carted off to the Old Writers Graveyard yet?……
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A flashback into childhood to many of us! Who doesn’t remember the good old water-bottle? Even though I have to say, when I was a kid they were a bit further developed than the ones shown here in Master Seumas’ article. Ours already came wrapped into towel-like fabric or I remember our mother knitting a ‘coat’ for another one to make sure our feet didn’t melt away during the night.
Thanks for an amazing window into our past, Seumas!
…during conversation last night at dinner with some good friends here in the Middle East, where the current daytime temperature approaches 46 degrees Celsius — or 115 degrees Fahrenheit in old money — the topic sum’how arose of winter-time heating in Scotland… one lady in the party hails from that same good country as myself… we seemed to share similar experiences growing up, in council houses and slum apartments which boasted neither heaters nor air conditioning units… these were represented simply by ‘windows’, (and not of the laptop variety)… my comedic God, Master Billy Connolly has often referred to his own infancy and youth in Glasgow’s Partick area, similar to my Docklands Govan upbringing, where coats substituted as extra blankets when the temperature in our bedroom dropped from ‘merely freezing’ to ‘arctic survival test’ levels… the Govan and Partick Scots, however, were not without deliverance… rubber hot-water bottles saved…
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It is day but just as well it’s night
which means it’s dark as well as light.
It doesn’t climb but stays on ground
in all Americas it can be found.
It is a mammal and a loving one
Mom protects her kids until they’re gone.
Dad doesn’t care, but Mom will be
until baby is ready for family.
In winter when cold, it goes to sleep
but does not do it very deep.
It wakes up and feeds then goes back
where its sisters sleep in a dozen pack.
It’s omnivore, means it does eat all
hunting, killing, tear and maul.
It feeds on plants, insects, meat ‘n egg
it shows no mercy, don’t cry and beg.
They’re alone whenever they don’t breed
they can run with quite surprising speed.
And even though they’re black and white
they aren’t Zebra’s that is right.
The Great Horned Owl is on the hunt
and catches our mammal pretty blunt.
Wolves, foxes, badgers they stay away
scared of it’s weapon, a bad spray!
Our little buddy, and there is no wink
can defend himself and badly stink!
Cute and cuddly, a black and white hunk
I’m sure, you guessed: It is the skunk!
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, September 2017)