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  • mistermuse 1:05 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , , Peter Pan, , , , rhyme,   

    YOU ASKED FOR IT! YOU GOT IT! 

    My last post featured poetry which one of you commented that you wanted more of. So, it is by popular demand (who am I to deny my adoring readers?) that my Fats friend and I are bound to reply:

    The initials of that reader are mm. No, mistermuse isn’t the mm who asked for more. If you must know, it was magicmermaid, who I assume is a real person (not that mistermuse isn’t real — as real, at least, as magicmermaid….or as you, for that matter). You are real, aren’t you? — if not, just pretend you are, because mistermuse can use the reassurance.

    THE FAUX PAS OF POSITIVE THINKING

    “Doubt is not a pleasant mental state, but certainty is a ridiculous one.” –Voltaire

    I can live with
    Uncertainty and doubt —
    It’s know-it-alls
    I have my doubts about.

    THE PETER PRINCIPLE

    “I am not young enough to know everything.” –Sir James M. Barrie (author of the play subtitled The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up)

    Sorry that things didn’t quite Pan out
    (except in Neverland….or thereabout).

    HOW TO BETTER CULTIVATE KNOWLEDGE

    “Scholars esteem knowledge not for its use in attaining other values, but as a value in itself.” –Max Eastman

    Know,
    Weigh,

    Hoe
    Say.

    KNOW PROBLEM

    “If reality wants to get in touch, it knows where I am.” –Phil Proctor

    But if reality says,
    “Hello there, it’s me” —
    How would you know
    Absent a show of real ID?

     

     

     

     

     

     

     
    • Notes To Ponder 2:14 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Most excellent. πŸ™‚

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    • obbverse 3:03 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Enjoyed the wordplay muchly. May I add an offering on Peter Pan?
      See Ya Late-
      Pity poor pre-adolescent Peter Pan,
      Never fated to become a full grown man-
      Sadly remembered as a smart-mouthed juvenile,
      NOW he’d say ‘kids, don’t ever bait the crocodile.”

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    • Rivergirl 7:15 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      β€œI’m not young enough to know everything” is a wonderful quote!

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    • magickmermaid 10:34 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks, MisterMuse! I wish everyone would follow my suggestions so readily. πŸ˜€
      Yet another reason why I don’t have a webcam. All and sundry would have seen me hopping around the livingroom to the Fats Waller tune! If he can’t make you dance, no one will!

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    • Rosaliene Bacchus 3:13 pm on September 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Love them all, MisterMuse, especially “The Faux Pas of Positive Thinking” πŸ™‚

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      • mistermuse 3:36 pm on September 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Likewise, Rosaliene. I was kind of partial to “Know Weigh Hose Say”….but when JosΓ© say “No way!”, I changed my mind.

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    • annieasksyou 11:11 pm on September 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      When magickmermaid, the Siren
      Called mistermuse to play
      The result was a fun environ
      So, β€œyes way,” I say.

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      • mistermuse 12:47 am on September 11, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I didn’t know you’re a poet —
        Or should I say, a poetess.,,,
        But any way you weigh it,
        You’re no damsel in distress.

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    • calmkate 2:14 am on September 11, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      very clever … I’m sure I’ve asked for more overtime … guess I dont have the magic touch!

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    • Elizabeth 4:56 pm on September 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I am not sure if I like the first one best or not. Better not be sure!

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    • mistermuse 6:09 pm on September 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I’m not sure how to respond to that, Elizabeth — but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. πŸ˜‰

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    • masercot 8:45 am on September 14, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      The outcome is most obscure
      unless I’m sure

      When my confidence is at its height
      I probably haven’t done anything right…

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    • mistermuse 11:42 am on September 14, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Compared to Trump,
      you’re ahead of the game —
      he NEVER does anything right
      and he’s never ever to blame.

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    • arekhill1 10:32 am on September 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      If there ever was a year that reality got in touch, it’s this one, Sr. Muse.

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    • mistermuse 3:49 pm on September 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I fear the worst of the year is yet to come after Nov. 3, no matter the election results.

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  • mistermuse 1:01 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: groundhog, , , platitudes, , rhyme, ,   

    FOR THE TIME BEING 

    It’s been some time since I laid some poetry on you, but all good things must end (i.e., your luck has run out). What I’m getting at is, I’ve decided to resurrect a few old poems, as well as come up with a new one or two. If you object, you have the right to remain Soylent* because….

    *Soylent: foodstuff made of soybeans and lentils

    A POEM OF EXCEPTIONAL TASTE

    Soybeans and lentils — what a treat!
    I can think of nothing I’d rather eat!*
    Just savor the flavor — they can’t be beat*….
    But then, I’m a groundhog, so I don’t eat meat.

    *except for watermelon: https://riversworld.live/2020/09/04/summer-means-watermelon/

    I’LL TAKE A BRAINCHECK

    “The difference between intelligence and wisdom is that intelligence is knowing half of what you hear or read is garbage, and wisdom is knowing which half.” –Seymour Fisher

    From dilemmas of that class,
    You’ll have to exempt me —
    I’m still stuck on “Is the glass
    Half full or half empty?”

    WISE-ASS PLATITUDES

    Utmost is the wisdom of the platitude —
    But most, sadly, are lacking in latitude.
    Is there never need for deviance?
    I think I shall file a grieviance!
    The grounds? Let’s just say they have an ATTITUDE.

    LONG TIME, NO SEE

    Youth is the stuff of time and place
    The race of years cannot erase,
    Seen through eyes too unwise to see
    That all was not what it seemed to be.

    Age is the stuff of hedging bets,
    Of things undone and old regrets,
    Seeing ourselves as others do,
    Thinking “And so, what else is new?”

     

     
    • blindzanygirl 1:17 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Brilliant. I love β€˜em

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    • calmkate 2:48 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      give me lentils and soybeans any day … love SFs quote, says it all!
      Like the clip πŸ™‚

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      • mistermuse 6:56 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        That’s not the first time I’ve used that song. Here’s the clip of I DON’T CARE (sung by Judy Garland) in a post from Jan. 2019:

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    • rawgod 4:03 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      • Just curious, was the soylent green? or just silent?

      And might I suggest ATTITUDE with an ATTTITTUDDE, dude?

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      • mistermuse 7:17 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Maybe this answers your first question:

        Your second question is a bit of a stretch, in my HUMBLE opinion.

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    • Rivergirl 7:05 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Ode to a woodchuck?
      Love it!

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      • rawgod 9:38 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Actually, Owed to a Woodchuck! But as usual for non-humans, the woodchuck never got the royalties…

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        • mistermuse 10:00 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink

          Rivergirl did share her watermelon with the woodchucks, to whom I’m sure watermelon in the paws is worth royalties in the bush.

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    • Rivergirl 7:13 am on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Immortalized in poem?
      The woodchucks are honored.

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    • Eliza 5:35 pm on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      This made me smile
      I like the definition of wisdom…

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    • magickmermaid 6:19 pm on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      One of the worst films I’ve ever seen was that terrible one called Soylent Green.
      I didn’t know I had a theme song. πŸ™‚
      More poetry, please!

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      • mistermuse 6:56 pm on September 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        “More poetry”? You talked me into it, mm — more poetry coming up (but I won’t say how soon, as I don’t want to lose any readers who haven’t recovered from this post yet).

        As for your “theme song,” here’s an alternative in case you want to upgrade from I DON’T CARE:

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    • arekhill1 4:39 pm on September 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Nicely written, Sr. Muse.

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      • mistermuse 6:19 pm on September 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Gracias, Ricardo. As the lyrics of the above song say, “I should care — and I do.”

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    • Ana Daksina 1:41 pm on September 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I have no grieviance with this work!

      PS β€” The reader who wants β€œmore poetry” is a keeper

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      • mistermuse 4:11 pm on September 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Ana. Actually, all my readers (including you) are keepers….and even though I enjoy my job as a “you” keeper and get well paid in Likes and Comments, I wouldn’t object to an occasional cash bonus! πŸ˜‰

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        • Ana Daksina 9:17 pm on September 15, 2020 Permalink

          You’d have no greviance with it? 🀣

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        • mistermuse 10:09 pm on September 15, 2020 Permalink

          If by “it”, you mean my previous comment, I do have second thoughts, in that (unlike “grieviance” in the WISE-ASS PLATITUDES poem in the post) it didn’t come off as well as I intended. Even so, I won’t turn down an “additional cash bonus” for trying.

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    • masercot 11:47 am on September 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      That first one had Rivergirl written all over it…

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      • mistermuse 12:34 pm on September 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You got that ‘write’ — her SUMMER MEANS WATERMELON post of Sept. 4 was my ‘inspiration’ for the first poem.

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  • mistermuse 1:06 am on August 20, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , rhyme,   

    TRUMP IN A NUTSHELL 

    He can’t bother to feel his fellow man’s pain —
    It means nothing to him, if there’s nothing to gain.

    He has no need to keep track of his legion of lies —
    Who can keep up with/swat down ceaseless swarms of flies?

    He doesn’t believe that certain ‘difFerEnt’ people belong —
    He doesn’t even see difference between right and wrong.

    What does he believe? That’s easy to see —
    He believes above all that “It’s all about ME.”

     

     

     
  • mistermuse 9:20 pm on July 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Age before beauty, , , , , rhyme   

    PRIME RHYME, NO FIB (AND THAT’S THE RIB) 

    How about something I’ve not done for some time:
    Post a post so sublime, it don’t do nothing but rhyme.
    If I chose prose that’s verbose — longer than a rose is not a nose —
    What woes ‘twould expose, such that who knows how big it grows?

    Thus I propose, pun in hand, to avoid overflows
    And sink to new lows, to the confusion of my foes.
    So, friends, meat my poems that may stop on a dime;
    Just remember this tickler: not all ribs are prime.

    I WILL ONLY STOOP SO LOW

    I don’t do windows;
    I don’t do lawns —
    But when I doo-doo,
    I do do johns.

    AGE BE FOR BEAUTY

    Bald is beautiful —
    Or, so they say —
    But my head is only
    Bald half-way.

    Thus, I look forward,
    The more I age,
    To looking better
    At every stage.

    POST MORT ‘EM

    The world, it go to pot;
    Life literate is shot.
    O, woe is my bon mot….
    Bon mort, and thanks a lot!

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     
  • mistermuse 9:13 am on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , , One Morning In May, Pied Pipers, rhyme,   

    MAY DAYS 

    What do you say — may I interest you in the music of May? You see, I haven’t posted for a spell, but I don’t think I want to disturb a single brain cell — though I fear somewhere in my sphere the strain’s already rung a bell, as near I can tell. So, before I go too far, let’s get to the tunes, most of which may be before your time….but at least you won’t have to suffer (much) more of my rhyme.

    I’ll start with two versions of my favorite May song, the first sung by the great Mel TormΓ©:

    This second (and earlier) version is by British crooner Al Bowlly, who was tragically killed in a German air raid on London during WW II:

    Now, let’s see — where are we? Oh, yes — we’re….

    Let us say ‘fini’ appropriately:

     
    • Ashley 11:05 am on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Another cracking post. Mel Torme…sooo smooth! Ever heard of Matt Munroe? He had a voice like that. Al Bowlly….. my Granny loved him! And Michael Buble….brilliant! I’ve never heard of the Pied Pipers but for some reason, the picture reminded me of Ben Lyons & Bebe Daniels….!

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      • mistermuse 11:44 am on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Ashley. Yes, I’ve heard of — and heard — Matt Munroe. I don’t own any of his albums, but I do own a ton of Al Bowlly and Mel TormΓ© albums, as well as two of the Pied Pipers (they were voted top vocal group of the mid-to-late 1940s in the annual Downbeat and Metronome magazines polls, surpassing even the very popular Mills Brothers and Ink Spots).

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        • Ashley 10:56 am on May 24, 2020 Permalink

          You may not have registered my comment about Ben & Bebe Lyons. It was a radio show here in the UK.

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        • mistermuse 12:58 pm on May 24, 2020 Permalink

          Thanks for the clarification, Ashley. Yes, I heard of old-time American movie stars Ben Lyon and Bebe Daniels (his wife), but I couldn’t relate them with the Pied Pipers picture, so I let it pass. I also didn’t know they had a radio show “here in the UK” — which tells me why your Granny loved Brit Al Bowlly!

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    • Carmen 1:18 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I think my favourite was the Pied Piper piece. . it would have been a great dance tune! (Nice to see the inclusion of a Canuck!)

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    • arekhill1 4:14 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      How do you get a handle like “The Velvet Fog” anyway? Sounds like a name for a whiskey, not a singer.

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      • mistermuse 6:24 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        A disc jockey gave him that nickname in honor of his smooth vocal style (the disc jockey may have been under the influence of whiskey at the time, but in any case, the name stuck).

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    • Rivergirl 5:23 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      May I just say… well done.
      😊

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      • mistermuse 6:34 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You May indeed, Rg….and just to show my appreciation, I’m going to resist the temptation you say you’re well done yourself. Not that you’re not well done, but….maybe I’d better quit while I’m ahead (or am I?). πŸ˜‰

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        • Rivergirl 6:47 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink

          At this point in my life? I’d say I’m approaching medium well.
          πŸ˜‰

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        • mistermuse 8:21 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink

          The best I can say for myself is that I’m well preserved (and that may be stretching it).

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        • Carmen 9:03 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink

          Well preserved or well pickled? πŸ˜‰

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    • obbverse 5:33 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      The change of the seasons has been an inspiration since forever. I too, never heard of the Pied Pipers. Strange how some very popular acts of the day just don’t have ‘legs.’

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      • mistermuse 6:47 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        It is said that Fame is fickle, but it’s probably more accurate to say that Fame is selectively fickle. Most entertainers of lasting fame probably deserve it, but IMHO, many others deserve it but don’t have it.

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    • calmkate 7:40 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      enjoyed the pied pipers, and like their name! But michael wins hands down, what a voice!

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      • mistermuse 8:13 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        We’ll have to agree to disagree on this one. Mel is the man!

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        • calmkate 8:54 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink

          na crooners leave me cold Michael .. wow!

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        • mistermuse 11:15 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink

          Kate, I don’t know where you got the idea that Mel is a crooner. He is first and foremost a jazz-influenced singer (even when he sings ballads). And when he sings straight jazz – well, judge for yourself:

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    • Don Ostertag 11:49 pm on May 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Those who are unfamiliar with Mel Torme, the great one, probably never watched Night Court on TV either. And the Pied Pipers, great on their own or backing up Frank Sinatra in his Dorsey Years. And out of that group came Jo Stafford, one of the best ‘girl singers’ ever.
      Al Bowelly, so sad.
      And then you even got my second favorite stunt man, Yakima.
      Nice mixture.

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      • mistermuse 8:40 am on May 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Don. I couldn’t agree more about Jo Stafford. And if there has ever been a better and more unforgettable name in movie history than Yakima Canutt, I don’t remember it. πŸ˜‰

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    • masercot 8:29 am on May 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I tried to play Torme and Bowlly at the same time but they did NOT synchronize…

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      • mistermuse 9:13 am on May 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        There aren’t too many jazz-influenced singers (like TormΓ©) and crooners (like Bowlly) I can think of who “synchronize” — unless they’re combined in one man, like the YOUNG (late 1920s-early 1930s) Bing Crosby. However, if it’s synchronization you want, try playing two orchestras’ versions of the same song at the same time, like the sophisticated Spike Jones

        and jazz man Duke Ellington

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    • annieasksyou 10:26 am on May 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Your guided May tour was very pleasing, of courseβ€”

      But not quite as much as Mel’s Ella scat de force!

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    • Silver Screenings 2:45 pm on May 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I love the (new to me) Pied Piper version! Thanks for sharing it.

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Bunk Johnson, Dyngus Day, , I'm A Ding Dong Daddy From Dumas, , , Lowdown Blues, Mississippi John Hurt, Monday Morning Blues, New Orleans jazz, rhyme,   

    LOWDOWN MONDAY MORNING BLUES 

    I don’t know how many jazz fans I have among my readers — or, for that matter, how many blues buffs I have among my jazz fans — but just between me and you (no matter how few), today I’m in a LOWDOWN and BLUE musical mood. To my non-jazz followers tried and true, you’re welcome to listen in too….with no apologies due if you decide to bid me adieu ’til my next post’s in view.

    So, without further ado, here’s the LOWDOWN — BLUES, that is, played by a legendary New Orleans jazz man….and that’s no Bunk (I beg your pardon: it is Bunk) :

    For my next selection this Monday morning, what else but the….

    Some blues songs are a bit dirty, but I offer one that will leave you cleaner than a flushed toilet with a clogged drain….and, it’s conveniently in the same room:

    Today is Easter Monday which, I’m sure you’re aware, is also DYNGUS DAY, which is big in Poland. Other than that, I don’t know a dang thingus about Dyngus, so I checked it out and found that it’s celebrated like St. Patrick’s Day is in Ireland, with drinking, parades, drinking, parties, drinking, dancing, and drinking. Of course, the Poles are open all night on Dyngus Day, so I’d like to close with a song apropos for the occasion — but unlike St. Patrick’s Day, I can’t show a Dyngus song because I don’t know a Dyngus song. Luckily, a melodious American opus will serve the purpose if we substitute DYNGUS for DUMAS:

    Just between us, I thinkest that’s the dangest Dyngus/Dumas anyone could sing us to bring us to the finus. Thank goodness for Louis.

     
    • Garfield Hug 1:11 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I learnt something new from your mistermuse – Dyngus! I did not know you are in Poland. I am sorry you are feeling blue. Cheer up….Garfield, my inanimate furball send you the “highs” to blow away the Monday blues!! Take care and stay safe.

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      • mistermuse 9:02 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Sorry if I gave you the impression I’m in Poland, G.H. — I’m not. There are a few towns named Poland here in the USA, but I’m not in any of those either. One of those towns is in the state of Maine, where a certain follower of this blog lives, but probably not in that town….and it wouldn’t be Pole-ite to ask.

        Take care, and give Garfield a “high-five” for me.

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        • Garfield Hug 6:39 am on April 16, 2020 Permalink

          Garfield gave a “high-five” back at you. I appreciated the advice you gave me for my dad. It does seem to be vertigo, although his blood pressure was really high. He is back in hospital again. Sigh.

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        • mistermuse 8:39 am on April 16, 2020 Permalink

          Over the years, I’ve lost my mom, dad, and only (and younger) sibling, so I can relate to what you’re going through, GH. If people can’t have empathy for each other in times like this, when can they?

          Take care.

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    • calmkate 2:44 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      not feelin blue coz the sun is shinin … but any jazz is acceptable! Great selection Mr M πŸ™‚

      How can anyone feel blue jivin to that ❀

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    • blindzanygirl 3:14 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Ah! Wonderful.

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    • Rivergirl 8:20 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Love the blues, especially on scratchy old records. Excellent choices… I was unfamiliar with the bath water, fun!
      It is wrong to say Happy Dyngus? It seems like it should be.
      πŸ˜‰

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      • mistermuse 9:28 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I’m not sure what Dyngus is, RG, but it sounds like a word one shouldn’t use in Pole-ite company. Anyone who has a dyngus is probably well advised to keep it private except on special occasions.

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger 8:42 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Hi. The Armstrong recording is funny. Somewhere he mentions that he forgot the words. Hardly matters!

      Neil Scheinin

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      • mistermuse 9:41 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You’re right, Neil — but just for the “record,” the words are scrolled across the bottom of this clip, starting about 35 seconds in:

        There are additional lyrics and many other renditions of this song on youtube, in case anyone’s interested.

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    • D. Wallace Peach 10:24 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Happy Dyngus Day, although no partying and parading outside the house. Thanks for the musical Monday. Stay well and have a lovely week. πŸ™‚

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      • mistermuse 11:55 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You’re welcome, Diana. Take care, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do (especially since I’m getting too old to do much anyway). πŸ˜‰

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    • summerhilllane 11:46 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for sharing this incredible music. I enjoyed it and this surprises me because I don’t usually like Jazz music. I like Blues sometimes. Guess I have the Monday morning blues. Much love.

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      • mistermuse 10:30 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks for your comment, which I approved hours ago, but it disappeared into cyberspace until suddenly appearing here a little while ago. Glad you enjoyed the music.

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    • annieasksyou 2:02 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I thoroughly enjoyed this bluesy quartet, especially because it’s a rainy, blowsy day outside. Tuba Skinny (an oxymoron?) was unknown to me, so a special thank you for that.

      As a loverβ€”and occasionally shameless creator ofβ€”bad puns, I am most appreciative of your narration/responses as well.

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    • scifihammy 2:52 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      You got us all a-foot tapping here, Mr Muse! πŸ˜€

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    • Elizabeth 4:45 pm on April 14, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Don’t know about Dyngus Day, but it sure reminded me of “My Ding-a-Ling” with Chuck Berry who I had the delight of seeing perform it in Harlem in 1966.

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    • annieasksyou 8:00 pm on April 14, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I thought the first β€œcan” was deliberate, so I riffed on a fine Presidential slogan.

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      • mistermuse 9:30 pm on April 14, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Annie — I didn’t even notice it until you pointed it out….but now that you mention it, I can(‘t) honestly say that my “can” was an improvement over the “can’t” I’d intended to say.

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    • masercot 6:02 am on April 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      John Hurt’s piece shows that fifties rock and roll was taken from blues guitar…

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    • Silver Screenings 10:02 pm on May 4, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Ah, it’s been too long since I’ve listened to the blues. Thanks for this!

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: blogosphere, food for thought, , , irrationality, , power, rationality, reason, rhyme, SNAFU, The Enlightenment,   

    A HELLUVA WAY TO RUN A WORLD 

    “This is a helluva way to run a railroad.” –from a 1906 speech by Leonor F. Loree, railroad executive, to a committee of creditors who asked him to take charge of the Kansas City Southern Railroad, which was described as two streaks of rust; its engines lost steam; the men were disheartened; and the stations were shacks.

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    Since first said in 1906, the above quote has famously become a catchphrase for the high-and-mighty mentality of any commercial, governmental, military, or other top-down entity operating in a fashion oblivious to SNAFU (Situation Normal, All Fucked Up). I (and maybe you too) have had occasion to view SNAFU close-up and personal, having served as a draftee in the military and as a 30-year “soldier” in the corporate milieu before retiring to savor domestic life anew (and rue honey-do). But at least I’m the boss of my own blog (though still at the mercy of invisible forces somewhere out there in the blogosphere).

    Anyway, being of a philosophical bent, this got me to thinking about helluva railroads and SNAFU, writ LARGE –as in, dude: how did this whole woebegone world come to be so SNAFUed? Do we have a clue? Perhaps a few of us do.

    It’s a story we can’t stop telling ourselves. Once, humans were benighted by superstition and irrationality, but then the Greeks invented reason. Later, the Enlightenment enshrined rationality as the supreme value. Discovering that reason is the defining feature of out species, we named ourselves the “rational animal.” But is this flattering story rational? From sex and music to religion and war, irrationality makes up the greater part of human life and history. –from a reference to IRRATIONALITY (subtitled A HISTORY OF THE DARK SIDE OF REASON), a book by Justin E. H. Smith, a professor of history and the philosophy of science.

    Well, if that isn’t food for thought, I don’t know what is. The problem, of course, is what it has always been: those most in need of reflecting on and applying such appraisal to oneself wouldn’t be caught dead doing so. It’s Greek to them. The Trumps of the world live in their own little world where big money talks….and it speaks power.

    Oh well. So much for funny money.

     

     
    • obbverse 12:28 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      The world is mad. I tell ya- mad, its mad mad mad. Powerful mad.

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    • calmkate 12:47 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      we spell SNAFU differently here down under, it’s spelt STUFFED …

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    • masercot 5:18 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      It’s post-modernism in its grossest form…

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      • mistermuse 8:40 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        My post makes no apologies (except for subjecting readers to the inclusion of His Grossness near the end).

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        • masercot 9:13 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink

          Remember when the right-wing accused their opponents of trying to make reality flexible? Little did we know that they’d actually be the ones doing that…

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        • mistermuse 9:28 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink

          “Flexible” is a very charitable word for the right-wing’s appropriation of reality.

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    • Rivergirl 8:14 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      SNAFU times 2!

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      • mistermuse 8:52 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        ….as in Doublemint gum on one’s shoes (sorry about that — I searched my sole, but was stuck for a better reply).

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        • Rivergirl 8:54 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink

          I’d insult your reply, but that would make me a heel. A sticky situation at best…

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    • mistermuse 9:30 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      πŸ˜‰

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    • magickmermaid 11:03 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Hell in a hand basket to be sure! πŸ™‚

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    • arekhill1 5:50 pm on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

    • mistermuse 6:16 pm on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I see that I commented on that January post, Ricardo, but unfortunately no space alien has subsequently come to take Trump back to his home planet for experiments, as I hoped (probably scared off by the coronavirus outbreak, which Trump was ignoring at the time).

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    • Elizabeth 4:49 pm on April 8, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I suppose those are the stimulus checks floating down to appease us and distract from the insanity.

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      • mistermuse 6:39 pm on April 8, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Everything Trump says or “floats” is either about him, or is something he does to turn things to his advantage. I have no doubt he will tout the stimulus checks accordingly.

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        • Elizabeth 4:49 pm on April 9, 2020 Permalink

          He will probably sign them himself.

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        • mistermuse 5:33 pm on April 9, 2020 Permalink

          ….and the checks will probably have his face imprinted on them (giving BAD checks a whole new meaning!).

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    • GP Cox 6:58 am on April 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      People keep saying they admire the Greatest Generation, in this world-wide predicament, they can try to emulate them, rather than sit back and find things to complain about.
      They can’t make movies like ‘It’s a Mad, mad, Mad World’ – the actors would want too much money, plus a percentage of the profits.

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      • mistermuse 9:51 am on April 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        It seems to be mostly young people (teens & 20s) and evangelicals who are disregarding the “rules” and doing their own thing. Young people have always thought they’re invincible, but evangelicals should know better….actually, deep down they probably do, but under the spell of the Falwells and Rick Warrens of the world, they suspend belief in everything but what they’re misled to believe.

        As for “Mad World,” no doubt you’re right. It probably had more stars than any other film in movie history (most of them in cameo appearances), including Spencer Tracy, Mickey Rooney, Ethel Merman, Sid Caesar, etc. — many of them all but forgotten today.

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    • moorezart 12:10 pm on April 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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    • Silver Screenings 5:04 pm on April 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I always forget how many big stars were in this film. It was a truly ambitious undertaking in so many ways.

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      • mistermuse 12:23 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        It’s a pretty good film, but I think it should’ve been better. It was director Stanley Kramer’s first attempt at comedy, and despite some good scenes, the unevenness shows. I’d rate it about a 7 out of 10.

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    • blindzanygirl 3:28 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      And the world gets madder and madder each day!

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      • mistermuse 2:35 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I couldn’t agree more, Lorraine….especially when you think how much better it could be if more countries had better leaders. Trump has been an absolute disaster for the US, and no doubt your country is hurting for lack of competent, humane leadership, as well….while the rest of us pay the price for their arrogance and bungling.

        Sorry this reply is such a downer. Hopefully we’ll survive this epidemic and live to elect leaders worthy of their calling.

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        • blindzanygirl 3:05 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink

          Don’t worry about it being a downer Mistermuse. We have to say it as it is. I’m all for that. I don’t know how any of us are going to get out of this mess but I bet once we have, there will be another one waiting around the corner. How are all our Leaders going to deal with the Recession that we are going to get? Hmmm.

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    • mistermuse 8:20 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Good attitude, Lorraine. As for handling the recession-to-come, I don’t know about your country, but I have no confidence whatsoever in Trump. It would be hard enough for a competent, caring President, much less an incompetent, self-serving narcissist like Trump.

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    • Carol A. Hand 6:21 pm on April 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      It’s a mad world, indeed, Mister Muse. Thought you might appreciate a bit of musical humor about these times, created by Don Caron from the Parody Project:

      Battle Hymn of the Republic – Revised for Relevance (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eR0ckpJ3bk);

      The Ballad of New Orleans (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB11scadABg)

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  • mistermuse 12:04 am on October 7, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Bald Is Beautiful, , clip joint, corruption, , hair loss, haircut, , , Lost Horizon, , quid pro quo, rhyme, Rudy Giuliani, ,   

    BALD AND FREE — HOW CAN THAT BE? (subtitle: The Bald And The Beautiful) 

    Nothing makes a woman feel as old as watching the bald spot increase on the top of her husband’s head. –Helen Rowland

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    Oct. 7 is BALD AND FREE DAY, but personally, I’m not sure what one has to do with the other. I’m mostly bald, all right, but how free is a married man like me? Of course, I’m just kidding — my wife lets me out of my cage for an hour a week, even though I keep getting balder….and making her feel older. Maybe I shouldn’t be using that hour to get a haircut.

    HEADLONG RETREAT

    As the years go by, my barber
    Takes less and less time with my hair
    Which only serves to remind me
    That there’s less and less of it there.

    To be sure, I’m not the only one whose predicament may become a hair-raising experience:

    That gave me a headache just watching it. If only I could trust the dubious ads that involve spending my moo-lah to get to the root of the problem, I might risk springing for mo-hair….but snake oil aside, there must be a less painful way to restore a Lost Hairy zone:

    Hmm. I wonder whether that great humanit-hairian, Donald Trump, would mind parting with some of his spare hair if I could dig up some skullduggery by his political opponents? For example, much corruption has been reported in the Caribbean nation of Hairti — and it’s surely a lock that all of the Democratic Presidential contenders are involved. All I’d have to do is send my nosey friend, Fruity Giuliani, there on behalf of our Pres with a quid pro-boscis that the Pres of Hairti can’t ignore.

    On second thought, if Agent Orange went to my head, my wife might think I’m losing it along with my hair. I might as well keep to my cage, skip my weekly trip to the clip joint, and try to console myself that, after all is said and done….

    Now, if I can only convince my wife.

     
  • mistermuse 9:40 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Hickory dickory dock, , , , , rhyme,   

    THE ART OF BAD POETRY 

    Oscar Wilde quote: “All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.” Maybe so, but you can’t blame a guy for trying.

    A few days ago, in pondering the possibility of posting a post of putrid poetry for BAD POETRY DAY (August 18th), I took the precaution of reviewing a decade (my blog began in 2009) of August posts to make sure I hadn’t previously perpetrated poetic perfidy on unsuspecting readers on this day. Unluckily for you , I found that I’ve never posted a post on Aug. 18, so we’re good to go….make that, I’mΒ good to go.Β Or bad to go.Β You have to stay, because if you don’t, you’ll break my poor art — and that wouldn’t be polite.

    Perhaps you think that my calling bad poetry an art
    doesn’t pass the smell test, like calling passing gas a fart.

    Not to put you on the spot, but was that a bad-ass poem, or what?
    Granted, it has a perfect rhyme, but is that such a crime?
    As bad poetry, I still say it’s sublime….speaking of which, I’ll have you know there are actually high-class contests to determine how low a bad poem can get, such as:

    With that behind us, it’s time we get back to sum-more of my cool august poetry:

    CLOCKING OUT

    Hickory, dickory, dock,
    The doc ran up the rock.
    The rock was more slippery
    Than doc’s hickory dickory,
    So down he fell, which cleaned his clock.

    HAIR APPARENT

    A Whig party wig
    Is my saving grace —
    It diverts your gaze
    Away from my face.

    I WILL ONLY STOOP SO LOW

    I don’t do windows,
    I don’t do lawns —
    But when I doo-doo,
    I do do johns.

    And with that, I bid you a fond adieu-doo.

     

     
    • Carmen 10:20 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      • she chuckles *

      Of course you know I’ll have to offer my favourite poem (by Sheree Fitch, of Nova Scotia)

      TOES IN MY NOSE

      I stuck my toes in my nose and couldn’t get them out
      It looked a little strange and people began to shout
      “Why would you ever?”
      “My goodness I never!”
      They got in a terrible snit.

      “It’s simple” I said, as they put me to bed –
      “I just wanted to see if they FIT!”

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      • mistermuse 10:45 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you for that beautiful bad poem, Carmen. It calls to mind this golden oldie:

        You’re a poet
        though you don’t know it
        but your feet show it —
        they’re Longfellows.

        HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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    • equipsblog 11:29 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Your last poem is so bad it’s actually good.

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    • mistermuse 11:46 am on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      To quote the late author and critic D.B. Wyndham Lewis, “There is bad Bad Verse and good Bad Verse.” Hopefully he would have agreed with you that my last poem fits the latter category.

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    • Rivergirl 1:22 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      When it comes to bad… you’re very good.

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    • D. Wallace Peach 1:48 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Chelsea Owens here on WP runs a weekly terrible poetry contest that is a total hoot. Much in line with the rhymes you posted. Lol. If you ever need a laugh in these dark days of Trump, there are plenty of bad poets willing to share their terribleness. πŸ˜€ Thanks for the clip about intolerable moo too.

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    • calmkate 7:20 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Only you could pull off bad poetry with such aplomb!

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    • obbverse 7:21 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Always a pleasure to read bad poetry- or so my proof reader tells me. Seriously, it is a pleasure to read. No doubt you’re aware of William McGonagle, the high/low mark of all bad poets He tried so hard to write well, in his so earnest po-faced way. That makes it all the more hilarious.

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      • mistermuse 9:12 pm on August 18, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks. McGonagall had this in common with all bad poets: he was clueless that his poetry was bad. Still, I don’t mean that uncharitably — bad poets ‘gotta live too,’ and for all I know, maybe it keeps many of them out of trouble (although we all know a certain very bad tweeter who makes a lot of trouble for others).

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    • America On Coffee 2:36 am on August 22, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I kind of like bad poetry. Composition charisma is what it has. πŸ’•

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    • magickmermaid 12:04 pm on August 22, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Hooray for bad poetry! Groaning πŸ˜€

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    • barkinginthedark 4:17 am on August 26, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      oy!
      oh boy!
      hoy hoy floy floy
      i may just be the hoi polloi
      but i really truly did enjoy.

      continue…

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bucket truck, feet, Footloose and Fancy Free, , kick the bucket, , one foot in the grave, , , rhyme, Richard Himber Orchestra (Stuart Allen vocal), , song,   

    ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOT TALK? 

    When I was young, I never thought about getting old (a stage of life known as having one foot in the grave — almost curtains). So, having two feet in the grave was the last thing on my mind. Now I’m a senior citizen, and I’m still not ready to kick the bucket, but my feet are killing me like I am about to kick bucket — or, with my luck it (this bucket) kicks me:

    Foot cramps, ingrown toenails, fungus among-us, smelly feet (you know this from my last post) — it’s like I got my feet at the Bad Feet Store. You name it, my feet are treating me like a heel. Don’t laugh — someday you may walk in my shoes, and then you’ll know the agony of de feet and be the sole of remorse for not seeing fit to empathize. But I guess you’ll cross that footbridge when you come to it.

    Having retired from a desk job, I didn’t spend most of my life upon my feet, so my tootsies aren’t letting me down because of being mistreated. Likewise, I’ve seldom, if ever, worn high heels (I may have BEEN a heel a time or two, but that’s a different story). I don’t know — maybe I’m finally footing the bill for writing such poems as this:

    All humans have more than one foot,
    Unless one has less than two.
    One can trust I count two on me —
    More or less, can one count on you?

    Groan. I guess my days of being this are over:

     

     

     
    • Paul Sunstone 1:35 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I was forced to forward your post to the proper authorities on the grounds it was exceeding the legal pun limit.

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    • calmkate 7:17 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      how footuitous that you have both feet in the grave, are down in the heel and obviously in need of a swift shoe up the posterior IMHO πŸ™‚

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      • mistermuse 9:36 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Fortunately, I only have one foot in the grave, calmkate. When I have two feet in the grave, I won’t be replying to your comments (or anyone else’s, for that matter). πŸ™‚

        BTW, “one foot in the grave” is an expression which dates back to the 17th century, which makes it almost as old as I am. It means ‘near death’ (like most of my puns).

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        • calmkate 8:47 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink

          had no idea the term or you were so prehistoric, nice chatting with a dinosaur πŸ™‚

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    • masercot 8:23 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      “You need feet, to stand up straight with,
      You need feet, to kick your friends,
      You need feet, to keep your socks up,
      And stop your legs from, fraying at the ends.” – “You Need Feet” Edwin Carp

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      • mistermuse 9:43 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Not to Carp, masercot, but did you have to come up with a poem that’s more better than mine in the post (not that difficult to do, I admit)? But I appreciate it, nonetheless. πŸ™‚

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    • rivergirl1211 8:24 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      My name is River… and I have bunions. Don’t get me started on feet! My issues started when I was 40 and that’s just not fair!

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      • mistermuse 9:51 am on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        I wish I could tell you a cure, River, but when it comes to bunions, I don’t know my onions. I can only hope that these punions are so bad, they make you forget your bunions for a while.

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    • Richard A Cahill 12:08 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      It’s living in Ohio that’s hurting your wheels, Sr. Muse. Move to a warmer clime, like I’ve lived in most of my life, and liberate those tootsies from the confines of shoes at, least nights and on weekends. Flip-flops never gave anybody bunions.

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    • mistermuse 2:47 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Unfortunately, a move to a warmer clime isn’t in my foreseeable future, Ricardo, but if I can just hang around for another century or so, global warming will have moved to me, thereby saving me the trouble.

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    • Elizabeth 4:03 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      My sympathy. We have frequent user discounts at the podiatrist!

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    • magickmermaid 6:43 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      A great post and a toe-tapper of a tune! πŸ™‚

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      • mistermuse 10:43 pm on March 20, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Glad you liked both. The composer of the tune was Carmen Lombardo, brother of Guy Lombardo. He was the lead saxophonist in Guy’s orchestra, which you may remember because it was one of the most popular dance bands of all time for many years.

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    • Silver Screenings 9:49 am on March 23, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      The song you posted, “Footloose and Fancy Free”, is a great start to the day. Thanks for that!

      And thanks for the Bucket Truck video – I mean it. It’s fascinating! Now I want to ride in one.

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      • mistermuse 10:48 pm on March 23, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        Glad you enjoyed both the song and the Bucket Truck video, which I was lucky to stumble upon as a good fit for this post. Some amusement park should come up with a version of the Bucket Trucks for a kids’ ride (including us adult kids)!

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    • equipsblog 5:51 pm on April 6, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      I’d hate to foot the bill for this entertaining post, because if we have to pay by the pun, it’s very expensive.

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      • mistermuse 7:06 pm on April 6, 2019 Permalink | Reply

        I see that the latest post on your blog is titled “ImPUNity” (my caps) — a pun so bad that I should probably pay you. But by recommending that my readers check out your blog, suppose we call it even. πŸ™‚

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    • mistermuse 11:31 pm on April 6, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Actually, “Its” is pronounced “Itz”….but it’s the pits in both cases, so I’ll call it a night before I get in any deeper. 😦

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    • JosieHolford 8:58 am on August 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      When the British politician, and future Labour Party leader, Michael Fool won his first election in 1945 he received a telegram;

      “Dear Foot, Congratulations on your feat.”

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      • mistermuse 12:53 pm on August 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Love it!

        He – Foot – avoided the agony of de feat
        (no pun in my post is too bad to repeat).

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