The feathered DJs
Strike their beats, rinse, and repeat
And the dance begins.
The Never-Napping Hare
If time is in a race car,
Then, I am on a bike.
I pedal hard and harder
Faster – with all my might.
Yet even when I make good time
It’s a race I cannot win
When time is in a Bugatti,
And I am on a Schwinn.
Family
Familiar faces
All gathered around,
Making laughter, songs, and tears
Into memories that will
Last the rest of our
Years.
I Had a Mind Once – I Think
I had a mind once – I think
It’s hard to remember right now
And then there’s the fact
That I’ve never seen it,
Just used it (or pretended somehow).
Two Clowns
RORY: It’s great! It’s like deep, you know! But funny too!
TIM: Yeah, sure.
RORY: No, really! It’s about mor…mori… morality!
TIM: Mortality.
RORY: Yeah! And about how it makes us equal. Like we’re the same as kings and stuff!
TIM: Try telling the boss we’re equal when he sees how slow you’re going.
RORY: Oh, c’mon, Tim. I wanted to see what it was like back then!
TIM: Then, put some back into it. Do you think a real one would’ve gotten to lollygag and chatter like that?
RORY: But in the play-
TIM: -Exactly. The play. Do me a favor and remember that. A play set at least 500 years ago. When people were buried on top of each other. Didn’t you say he had to dig people up to bury someone new?
RORY: Yeah, but-
TIM: -And when they didn’t have machines. Do you think that clown would’ve been using a shovel if he had a digger like this one?
RORY: No. But-
TIM: -But nothing. Now, stop fooling around and get this dug. Unless you want to tell Mr. Cotter’s family his interment is canceled because you were making a house to last ’til doomsday.
RORY: Oh. Sorry, Tim. I just really- wait. You did read it!
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