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For one of your odes, a cheery one xxx
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Our AB people sit here, on their pcs
at their desk, on their laps, perhaps their naked skin
deep eyes half open, half closed, their wine glasses to keep
you'd swear that they sleep
they're wrapped in an autumnal-coloured
blanket
their slippers on their feet
writing nothing, thinking not so fleet
Older AB folk as old as the hills
young as the autumnal morning dew
move not, blink barely
their green flat caps cover their head ever so rarely
They comes from nowhere
going to no place
yet Time stands still
in their presence, as if from the hills
Their jouclarism, their solemnity embraces
yet, not too close
as polarised passion seethes
from every pore, even from their teeth
They raise their sturdy hands
the old the young, the not so old
AB wisdom beckoning
any who'd dare approach their day of reckoning
Even stoke, owdhamer and sibton horses winds
their whip, stirrup and tear
Ascot on an October day
their accumulators banked, their joys portrayed
Disciple's skin lay gness's ribbons
everything but accidental dust,
eyes glistening, hair afloat,
face to the North Sea wind, on sloopy's or wbm's lovely boats
only one thing left
Our nungate's bar parched, laid bare, open on the
Lothian soil, fun and tailcock guaranteed
four-chambered cacophony
a deranged QoM bagpipe from that Scottish colony
then there are starbuck, alba, Lady J hearts wrapped
like cloudine sheets
of soaked honeywine happiness
the occasional sorrow but their blessings in transience
voddie and NoM recipes sing
B00 and others enjoying the culinary source
loose binding cords
needed after calories from these gastro-smorgasbords.
The men bring home Ibuprofen, goats and Startrek
Representative of AB freedom and stability
seadogg or AOG salty doctrine frees
The power of AB, friendship (mostly) and our esprit
Many others beating to AB Moment's, Prudie, boxtops, bednobs
ratter, tinks, Lottie, Nonna, cadence Creation
knowing that our AB salvation and blessing
Our joy and pleasure never to be lessening.
at their desk, on their laps, perhaps their naked skin
deep eyes half open, half closed, their wine glasses to keep
you'd swear that they sleep
they're wrapped in an autumnal-coloured
blanket
their slippers on their feet
writing nothing, thinking not so fleet
Older AB folk as old as the hills
young as the autumnal morning dew
move not, blink barely
their green flat caps cover their head ever so rarely
They comes from nowhere
going to no place
yet Time stands still
in their presence, as if from the hills
Their jouclarism, their solemnity embraces
yet, not too close
as polarised passion seethes
from every pore, even from their teeth
They raise their sturdy hands
the old the young, the not so old
AB wisdom beckoning
any who'd dare approach their day of reckoning
Even stoke, owdhamer and sibton horses winds
their whip, stirrup and tear
Ascot on an October day
their accumulators banked, their joys portrayed
Disciple's skin lay gness's ribbons
everything but accidental dust,
eyes glistening, hair afloat,
face to the North Sea wind, on sloopy's or wbm's lovely boats
only one thing left
Our nungate's bar parched, laid bare, open on the
Lothian soil, fun and tailcock guaranteed
four-chambered cacophony
a deranged QoM bagpipe from that Scottish colony
then there are starbuck, alba, Lady J hearts wrapped
like cloudine sheets
of soaked honeywine happiness
the occasional sorrow but their blessings in transience
voddie and NoM recipes sing
B00 and others enjoying the culinary source
loose binding cords
needed after calories from these gastro-smorgasbords.
The men bring home Ibuprofen, goats and Startrek
Representative of AB freedom and stability
seadogg or AOG salty doctrine frees
The power of AB, friendship (mostly) and our esprit
Many others beating to AB Moment's, Prudie, boxtops, bednobs
ratter, tinks, Lottie, Nonna, cadence Creation
knowing that our AB salvation and blessing
Our joy and pleasure never to be lessening.
By the time the Lord made Irish mothers, he was well into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee, Guinness and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scrape knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands and, you know what, she must be accident prone."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No Way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that Gness-like mothers must have!"
"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked. The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head, are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant wine glass and saying that she understands, where's the bottle and coordinate the filling without accident, as this is the gness model."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish or there will be trouble."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this gness creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself from all her scrapes and can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a man with a Saab to climb on her shed and tether goats."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "tiny feet, squishy turned up nose, but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" Asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate - much to Man's expense."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched gness's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"
The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again, my Archangel friend. I created the woman, but she created the tear - out of the Guinness she has already drunk!"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee, Guinness and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scrape knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands and, you know what, she must be accident prone."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No Way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that Gness-like mothers must have!"
"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked. The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head, are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant wine glass and saying that she understands, where's the bottle and coordinate the filling without accident, as this is the gness model."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish or there will be trouble."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this gness creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself from all her scrapes and can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a man with a Saab to climb on her shed and tether goats."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "tiny feet, squishy turned up nose, but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" Asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate - much to Man's expense."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched gness's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"
The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again, my Archangel friend. I created the woman, but she created the tear - out of the Guinness she has already drunk!"
Sibton - when good luck comes your way.
Laugh now, cry later.
When your day is a total joy.
Laugh now, cry later.
Let no tear be wasted on AB sadness.
But joy surrounded by lots of gladness.
Silliness gets the blame on many things.
Even when tears begins to fall.
But remember to always laugh now,
Then cry later.
Tears have their place in our AB lives.
And many times it can be a hilarious or joyful event.
Just keep in mind to laugh now.
Then cry later.
Both go hand in hand.
Much more than we ever know.
And from each AB problem we face.
The pain can be eased.
If we laugh now, and cry later.
Nothing as worse as it ever seems.
Our Sibbo is always upbeat and fun
She, no doubt has her moments
like any ABer, like anyone.
Just remember, our lives are similar
We laugh now, and cry later.
Laugh now, cry later.
When your day is a total joy.
Laugh now, cry later.
Let no tear be wasted on AB sadness.
But joy surrounded by lots of gladness.
Silliness gets the blame on many things.
Even when tears begins to fall.
But remember to always laugh now,
Then cry later.
Tears have their place in our AB lives.
And many times it can be a hilarious or joyful event.
Just keep in mind to laugh now.
Then cry later.
Both go hand in hand.
Much more than we ever know.
And from each AB problem we face.
The pain can be eased.
If we laugh now, and cry later.
Nothing as worse as it ever seems.
Our Sibbo is always upbeat and fun
She, no doubt has her moments
like any ABer, like anyone.
Just remember, our lives are similar
We laugh now, and cry later.
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