Back in the Day - Throwing Dirt Clods on Del Matro

Back in the Day - Throwing Dirt Clods on Del Matro

Throwing dirt clods was a favorite game
'til conked in the head by errant aim.
Lying flat on the ground,
"look he's coming around!"
Someone's asking, "What is your name?"

When I was in grade school, the neighborhood around the my school building in Windsor Heights, Iowa was under development.  There were many vacant lots and several had foundations dug and massive dirt piles.  What a fun and dangerous play ground!

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London Olympics Opening

London Olympics Opening

When I saw the Queen with James Bond the spy
I could not help it, I started to cry.
When they jumped like that
I feared she'd go splat
'cause Bond girls they usually die!

I am anxious to see The Who at the closing ceremony.  I hope that Roger & Pete are in good voice for a CSI theme song medley!

Iowa Olympians

 
Iowa Olympians

The State of Iowa has pride by the ton
for hurdler Lolo Jones and gymnast Shawn Johnson
from Des Moines and Valley Junction
they performed with gumption.
What wonderful championships they have won.

I wrote Iowa Olympians after the 2008 Games but it is still true today.  

By the way dear readers, Valley Junction is the old name for West Des Moines.   Without a doubt it is Iowa's gold medal city thanks to Shawn & Gabby Douglas' Olympic wins!

Austerity Part 2

Austerity Part 2

A dinner of rice and beans.
It isn't quite haute cuisine.
Fresh veggies and meat
would be quite a treat,
but my food budget's in the latrine.

Do not worry dear readers!  In the real world things are not that bad.  I had tacos for lunch!

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The Basement

The Basement

Dozens of kids in the basement.
Here comes another contingent.
Their shoes fill the foyer.
How could there be still more?
Perhaps I should make them all pay rent.

When my younger son was in high school our basement was a gathering place for his friends.  I miss those days!

Hair

Hair

Ann is a very pretty lass.
Her hair grows down past her ass.
If she farts you might hear
if you're standing near
but her hair traps the smell and the gas.

Didn't they do a segment on mythbusters about this?

Don't Bemoan Your Genome

Don't Bemoan Your Genome

Burping's an art of our genome
passed on to daughters and sons.
We never squelch
a burp or a belch.
Instead of "Excuse Me", we say, "Good One!"

I posted Don't Bemoan Your Genome a long time ago on my now defunct HTML family web pages.   The family reunion last weekend brought it back to my mind.