I'm sure my next career will be writing verses for these. Photo credit: Wikipedia
Recently I penned this little ditty for Darla, over at She’s A Maineiac to use in a greeting card she could hand to her husband during one of their “discussions”.
I love you, dear
And I don’t want to fight.
But if you can’t help or listen
Get out of my sight.
Darla is an award winning author and proud owner of the coveted “Green Jacket”. She has even done her own Greeting Card Post If you haven’t visited her site – go now. I’ll wait.
Zzzzzzzzz. Snort. Cough. Okay, Okay. I’m glad you could tear youself away…I didn’t think you were going to spend the whole day over there, but hey, I understand (sniff, sniff). She’s good (sigh). What? You have to go? Nooooooooooooooooo….
I am in a particularly funky rhyming mood, so I thought I would take this opportunity to offer to write a little ditty for any greeting cards you may need. Also, I would do just about anything to avoid finishing my taxes, cleaning the house, or exercising.
Just post your request in the comment section and I’ll see if I can whip up a little rhyme for your greeting card (Stick figure illustrations available for a nominal fee or chocolate, preferably dark, preferably not an earless hollow chocolate bunny).
Here are just a few examples:
FOR MY DOG:
Snoring Dog during the day, fierce protector by night. Photo credit: k8edid
I love you Shelby
You know that’s right.
But you’re shelter-bound
If you keep barking all night.
FOR THE IRS:
Form 1040A, 2005, page 2 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Listen, Jerks.
This isn’t funny.
Quit screwing around
And send back my money.
FOR THE EASTER BUNNY:
Thanks for the candy
It went straight past my lips.
Now it will spend
Twenty years on my hips.
k8edid 
hee hee I love this, and I remember Darla’s greeting card post was fab, too!
As for your next subject… you touched on it above, and I’d love to see a rhyme – Exercise!
Exercise daily – Dr.’s orders.
Too many “4th Meals” and “Run for the Border”s.
Up at dawn, to Git R Done
Sweating and grunting – this surely ain’t fun.
So just try out this new exercise plan
Just do it daily – the best that you can
Aeroic laughing, strenous keyboard pounding
Snack pantry clearing – Like the way this is sounding?
Twelve ounce curls followed by Beer Nut tossing.
Cardio plate cleaning and vigorous flossing.
Arm wrestle for the remote, strike Yoga pose
Done from the recliner from which you repose.
hahaha!! I bow down to you, poetess! This is amazing.
Love poetry with a kick at the end, a little zinger. Yours are perfect, loved ’em!
I had another greeting card installment ready to post, it was about Rush Limbaugh (Cards from Rush) and his empty apologies but I thought it’d be too dark so I chickened out.
As for ideas for you, how about one of these:
A card for family get-togethers (Easter dinner etc.)
A card for blogger addiction ( you may have already done that one?)
Oh, I’d love to read Rush’s apologies.
I did a poem “Damn You Blank Page“, about writer’s block (what writer doesn’t write something about writer’s block – sometimes ad nauseum?) and a post about a 10 step program for blogoholics (but not a poem)
Give me a minute…gotta add line 47 to line 63, subtract line 44 and divide by line 3a. I hate taxes.
Ugh. On the plus side (get it? huh? no? ok) April 15th is our 12th wedding anniversary. whoohoo. Does that help make that day any less miserable for you, Katy? (sorry, I tried)
Oh, Happy Anniversay (early). It is also my little granddaughter Stephanie’s birthday…thanks for reminding me to look for happiness amidst the pile of crap that is my tax burden.
EASTER DINNER
Easter Dinner – please join us on Sunday
It will be great – a family fun day!
Uncle George will show up, his fly unzipped
Cousin Hank in a wife-beater, looking anything but ripped.
Great-grandma will forget her hearing aids again.
Sister Suzie will endlessly remind us of the wages of sin.
Cousin Frankie will take little nips from his flask.
Which young stud will Aunt Dora bring? – Honey, don’t ask.
Little nieces and nephews will be running and screaming.
Wine from a box, will be endlessly streaming.
Out in the kitchen, flush-faced cooks will be a-bustling.
From deep in the den, the men-folk will start rustling.
The milling crowd will gather ’round tables of food.
Some graciously will be seated, others will be rude!
Finally when all are seated, prayers will be earnestly spoken.
Hands held round the table – a family circle unbroken.
Oh, I love it!
‘Honey–don’t ask’ and the ‘wine from a box, will be endlessly streaming’ You are GOOD.
Thank you (blushing). I’m having fun.
Hey! Have you been to one of our family gatherings???
I think we all have an Uncle Henry, Cousin Hank, Aunt Dora and Sister Suzie…hope your Easter is good and you are surrounded by loved ones (crazy or not)
Thanks. Oh, I’m surrounded by the crazy ones…. 15 dogs, 2 cats and a goose (not for eating). It is always crazy in this household.
Oh, friends, if you have not seen She Speaks Easter humor post
Go now. You will laugh – I spewed coffee all over my keyboard.
Wow – these are gr8, k8!
I was going to request one for the taxman, then I saw your excellent offering. I just started mine yesterday, can’t find a form I need and I can’t go on. I can’t do these taxes. I can’t, I won’t, and you can’t make me!!!!
May I have a childish temper tantrum poem please?
Coming right up!
PEG-O-LEG’S TAX FIT
Why must I do this onerous task?
Why must I be tortured? I just want to ask.
I simply won’t do it, I’ll throw a big fit.
And stomp away in an indignant snit.
You do it – I can’t. I steadfastly refuse.
I’ll go off the deep end – end up on the news.
I’ll scream and I’ll rant, and throw things about.
I’ll curse and I’ll kick, I’ll wail and I’ll shout.
I just don’t want to – you really can’t make me.
So please stop nagging – you’ll never break me.
I’m not going to do it – it just won’t get done.
To hell with the taxes – I’m off to have fun.
Or – there is this one…
Dear Mr. Tax Man, a form I do need.
For just this one thing I most humbly plead.
Do you think this year I could just have a “Pass”?
No? Well then, Buddy, you can just kiss my A$$.
Whoo hoo! I bow down to the maestro – you’re so fab!
Commencing with kicking the floor and holding my breath til I turn blue in appreciation.
Katy, I STILL haven’t done my taxes. Tell me to stop goofing off here and get moving! Tell me that grownups do their taxes and don’t hang around other people’s insanely funny poetry nonsense! (Tell me something good, wa wa… tell me, tell me, tell me… )
Now Pegoleg, darling, listen here!
Let me make this perfectly clear.
You’re a big girl now – responsible and such.
So we don’t appreciate your tantrums so much.
Sharpen your pencil, dig out the receipts.
Don’t keep us all on the edge of our seats.
Knuckle down and Git ‘R Done.
Then you can relax and have some fun!
So put on your big girl panties and then
Make like you’re a patriotic citizen
Avoid getting Uncle Sam all riled.
Get those danged taxes filed.
Great post and poems.
Oh, I would love to have a poem for someone with a job promotion! (as you know…..) or for three little granddaughters ages 5, 3 and 1, whose birthdays are April 21, 27, and May 3. All in the same family.
You never fail to amaze.
All right, then. Do you want them personalized? If so let me know names (I know your husband’s from your post)…birthdays all together or separate? I will try to keep the children’s from being totally tasteless.
Actually, that’s not his real name.
They don’t have to be personalized, and whatever you want as to together, separate, etc. Your challenge, your rules!
NEW JOB! NEW JOB!
Oh Happy Day – Let’s show some emotion!
Looks like someone is getting a promotion.
Hard work and dedication pay off – eventually
May your new job be everything you want it to be.
THREE SISTERS’ BIRTHDAYS
Three pretty girls, who soon will be
Having their birthdays – Yes, all three!
One will be five, the middle one three.
And one year old the youngest will be.
So much to celebrate, as the birthdays near
Three sweet little girls, their faces so dear.
Three darling sisters – their laughter so merry.
Will certainly wear out the old Birthday Fairy.
I would like a poem about the endless drive from Florida to Michigan. We are home.
Finally home, off the highway at last.
Our little vacation went by way too fast
So many miles to drive – the trip is too long
Nanny & Bumpa- it is JUST WRONG.
Better move back so the trip won’t be required.
So just quit your jobs – or maybe get fired.
Then haul your butts back to the Mitten State.
We’ll be right here – where we’ll patiently wait.
thank you Kate
This really was funny
Next time skip the card
And just send the money. 🙂
love your witty post. continue…
Hey, there Tony
Your poems make me grin.
Thanks for the comment
And for stopping in.
OMG, these are hysterical. Can’t wait to run over to She’s a Maineiac.
Hugs,
Kathy
Well, now, Kathy
It’s so good to see you.
Try writing some verses
It certainly will free you!
For some reason the greeting card link isn’t working for me.
Hugs,
Kathy
Don’t know what happened
My fingers must have slipped
A couple of characters
Seem to have flipped.
It’s working now
So go visit the Maineiac
You’ll quickly discover
She’s quite the brainiac.
But if the IRS didn’t take your money, then how would the government fund the organization that takes your money?
Happy Easter.
By the way, if Joeseph hadn’t gone into town under government orders, this holiday might not even be possible.
I liked your post very much.
Government has its hand
In everything throughout this land
They tell us how to drive and think,
Where to park – when we can drink.
There isn’t much the G-men can’t take
Of the dollars we work so hard to make.
I still hate taxes……
HaaaHAaaaaa !!!
You must quite your day job, girlfriend ❤
FABbbbbb. xx
Well, look who’s here! Say Hi everyone.
Kim’s stopped by to join in the fun.
I’m so glad you think I am funny
I’d quit my job – But I do need the money.
Seriously – between your creation and the comments… the talent is overwhelming. Sheer awesomeness.
Lenore, dear, I’ve overwhelmed you, I did!
For such is the talent of ‘ole k8edid.
Sheer Awesomeness is hard to top –
So maybe it’s time that I just stop!!!
You are on a roll! I hope there is a club with an “Open Mike” Night around you. You’d kill, Baby, and I mean it! 🙂
Open Mike Night – always a blast!!!
I’ve done that sort of thing in the past.
“You’d Kill” is the most unique praise I’ve had
I hope it’s not because my poems are SO bad.
LOVED the post and all the comments! Fun Fun! You got me to smiling and I sure needed that today. Thanks!
Terri, Terri – Where have you been?
I sure have missed you, my friend.
I’m so glad glad I could make you smile
Next time, won’t you stay awhile?
I wish things were going better for you
And that there was something I could do
For now just know I’m with you in spirit
I’m sending my love – can you hear it?
OK you got me all teared up. Thanks Katy! That was so sweet. And I’m here. You may need to come over and subscribe again. I don’t know what happened. Several people had to re-subscribe.
LOVE LOVE LOVE your little poems. Thanks so much! HUGSSS
Done and done!!
Hilarious!
What? No poem request?
You know my verses are the best!
Mother, O’ Mother
Incubator of my brother
Why the incessant rhyme?
Have you lost your mind?
Well son, you can plainly see
The rhyming life is the life for me.
You could say I’ve lost my mind
But it’s not something I want to find.