Song Sundays!

Dave Revsine and Alan Tudyk

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Movie Night

You bring the popcorn, I'll bring the Pop Tarts!

Song Sundays!

Cheese Box

Play the song and follow along!

Mama’s got a cheese box

She bakes when she’s stressed

And when Daddy comes home

He never gets to digest

‘Cause dough’s risin’ all night

So the crust is just right

Mama bakes her cheese box

Daddy never shits at night

Got no kids to feed

Milk makes the dog sneeze

There’s no relief from the toppings

It’s extra cheese

‘Cause dough’s risin’ all night

So the crust is just right

Mama bakes her cheese box

Daddy never shits at night

The pies go in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out

She’s bakin’ all night

No end is in sight

Mama makes her cheese box

Daddy never shits at night

The mozzarella goes squeeze me, come on and squeeze me

Come on and slice me like you do

I’m so melty good to you

Mama bakes her cheesebox

Daddy never shits at night

The pies go in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out

‘Cause she’s bakin’ all night

And the crust is just right

Mama makes her cheesebox

Daddy never shits at night

Banyan Tree

"Long sprouts shoot from its bows and reach to the ground. Thus, the tree continuously rejuvenates."

The Collectors Convention, III

Photos Courtesy Grantland

The Collectors Convention, II

Photos Courtesy Grantland

The Collectors Convention

Photos courtesy Grantland

Poem Poutpourri

Dredging the archives, intermittently contributing to them.

Squirrel Repellant

Spraying under the Dogwood

in my backyard, I spot a crow

pecking the soggy, rotten

donut some twenty feet up

where a past owner botched

a pruning job years ago.

Two days in a row I’ve seen this

crow. I unscrew the bottle top

and cock my arm, but trip on

a root popping through my lawn;

the crow’s best friend he never knows

he has because I was a little

league pitcher and I threw strikes.

My temple hits the root and

the bottle empties down my collar,

across my tie and jacket.

Squirrel repellent fills my

nostrils. It consumes me. There is

nothing in my life except squirrel repellant.

I’m surprised to discover how

fond I am of the scent of coyote

urine. I am no squirrel;

I may be a coyote.

I may hunt house cats and

live in blackberry brambles

on the edge of golf courses. I

may trot through the streets

at night and hide behind

parked cars when headlights approach.

I may be trapped in a place

I can’t control, but I’m clever and

I adapt and thrive, like the crow, but

in secret, in the dark. Much more

clever than the crow. My cheeks flush.

my fingers and toes tingle. I wet myself.

I laugh, flop my arms in the grass,

and howl at the morning sun rising.

The crow, he’s still perched

in the dogwood. I can’t see him, but

he's there, watching, and

tomorrow he will peck the rotten bark again. 

Song Sundays!

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An occasional series.

Dink?

Song Sundays!

In honor of my House of Cards binging, I present the song that should be the show's theme.

Dink

Dink

Movie night

You bring the popcorn, I'll bring the Pop Tarts!

Song Sundays!