In my youth
The
world was my oyster
Now
in middle age
The
world is my ulcer
In my youth
The
world was my oyster
Now
in middle age
The
world is my ulcer
Rose’s are red
Violet’s
are blue
Daisy’s
are white
Lily’s
are too
Poppy’s
are red
Iris’s
are blue
Panzy’s
are varied
Petunia’s
are too
Ruby’s
are red
Saphire’s
are blue
Pearls
are white
Jazmin’s
are too
Marigold’s
are orange
Hyacinth’s
are blue
Holly’s
are scratchy
Heather’s
are too
May’s
are white
Fern’s
are green
Ivy’s
are variegated
And
very often seen
Busy
Lizzie’s
Colours
are many
And
Honeysuckle
Doesn’t
wear any
Men will say of matrimony
“Why
buy the cow when you can get the milk for free”
While
women say of marriage
“Why
buy the whole pig just to get a little sausage”
“The Fog” is a horror thriller, written by John Carpenter and Debra Hill and Directed by John Carpenter.
The story is set against the backdrop of the
peaceful community of the coastal town of Antonio Bay, California who are
making preparations to celebrate the towns’ centenary.
However strange supernatural occurrences
blemish the festivities as an unearthly impenetrable and opaque fog rolls off
the ocean to shroud the seaside town and leads to unaccountable disappearances,
so is there something evil lurking in the fog?
Could it be linked to events a century earlier
when a hideous crime was committed by the town's elders when they sealed the
fate of a ship full of drowned mariners now lying on the bottom of the sea.
So has the fog brought the restless dead
seeking revenge and demanding justice?
Adrienne Barbeau, Jamie Lee Curtis, Janet
Leigh, John Houseman and Hal Holbrook bring this ghostly tale to life, while
the photography by Dean Cundey makes it all seem real.
I feel his hand on my shoulder
Reassuringly
When
I am unsure of myself
Or
hesitant
I
see him watch me sagely
When
I seek enlightenment
I
see him smile with pride
When
I succeed
Or
with head inclined to comfort
When
I fail
He
is with me late at night
Watching
Bogey and Bacall
I
see his reflection on the lake
When
I am fishing
And
I hear him cheering loudly
Whenever
we beat Australia
His
smile sustains me
His
words engage me
His
strength supports me
His
compassion inspires me
I
shared joy with him
When
my children were born
And
sorrow when
My
mother passed away
He
stood behind me
In
church on my wedding day
And
beside me
At
the reception when we toasted
At
quiet moments I detect
The
fragrance of old spice
Or
the acrid tell tale aroma
Of
his pipe tobacco
He
is with me now
As
I write these words
Though
he has been dead
For nearly thirty years
I love celebrating Father's day
With
my sons and daughters
Though I do realize it can cause
Confusion in certain quarters
Surprise your dad on Father’s Day
Asking him for advice should do it
And if you really want to surprise him
You should actually accept it