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HEY !! A (tongue) TWISTER COMES YOUR WAY !! Read outloud and real fast, and your tongue will have a blast!! For many years now friends have been few. But the ones sent along have been one of a kind: Open minds, strong minds, in you FACE minds. Speak my mind minds. They consider themselves direct. Not seeing they make the hair on your neck erect. They view themselves as peaceful, Yet there's not a talk they won't ease through, Nor a thought they don't tackle. Oh, these hens have to cackle! There's no battle they won't pursue. No sentence is free from pruview. Every conversation turns debate, Over which they languish, Oblivious to your anguish. Oh, how I would thank her, If she'd let up on rancor! Though I'd like to be franker, And give in to the urge to spank her. The only way to outflank her, Is by rope or by anchor! Yes, round that stiff neck, Oh, these hens have to peck! It's so hard to disentangle From her boisterous triangle, Which relentlessly cries, Me, Myself, I! Her opinions become law; Don't argue. C'est moi! To them, if they've said it well, They have said it best. Never considering silence To be a higher test. Satanic or Titanic? Sinner or saint? One more word, and I'll faint! Too strong? No, it ain't. I do not consider myself puitanic, But peaceful souls begin to panic At their words volcanic With a whiff Germanic. They need a touch Messianic, Or maybe just a good (throat) mechanic. Sleep I'm feigning, While their theology they're ordaining. Have they thought of abstaining, Instead of ascertaining The next thought they will spew, Continually campaigning for their point of view? I hate to complain of this strain on my brain, While i feign to be entertained, Yet feeling disdaim for the heinous enchain ing Of words leave me drained. Politeness I'm maintaining. My soul's ever paining, And their tonguew ever reigning With little restraining. In weariness I'm straining from refraining A tongue voraciously profaning. THESE CHICKS ......HOW INSANE! TO MY WORLD.......WHAT A BANE! |
Additional Notes:
EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS TEMPORARY.
NOT EVERLASTING IN DESIGN.
EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH WILL NEVER CARRY
YOU PAST THIS MOMENT IN TIME.
EVERYTHING YOU THINK THAT YOU KNOW
CAN GET REARRANGED.
AMAZING HOW MINDS GROW!
BUT ETERNAL………. DOESN’T CHANGE.
IT’S NOT WHAT YOU FEEL OR HEAR THAT MAKES YOUR LIFE SO DEAR.
IT’S NOT THE EASTERN STAR THAT HOVERS OVER YOU
THOUGH IT REFLECTS THE LOVE THAT COVERS OVER YOU.
YOU ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF YOUR PARTS.
YOU ARE MORE THAN THE TEARS LIFE WRENCHES.
WHEN YOU ARE SEIZED BY THE KING OF HEARTS,
YOU CAN SOAR PAST YOUR SENSES.
BEYOND THE FUTILITY OF INTENTIONS
TO A RESPITE OF GODLY DIMENSIONS.
AN HONOR, THAT CROWNS YOU HOLY, “REVEREN”
BESTOWED BY OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN!
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