I do love my family most dearly,
And I don’t mean to be rude.
But Thanksgiving Day for me,
Well, it’s all about the food.
Right now that turkey,
Means more to me than family.
Not that I don’t give thanks,
I’m just trying to be frank.
I do feel bad, or at least not good.
But, oh my god, THE FOOD!!!
I’m not only a bad girl.
Maybe I’m the worst person in the world…
So come on, now. Don’t by shy.
More whipped cream on my pumpkin pie.
Right now the thought of obesity,
Really does not scare me.
Just leave me to my fate.
But first put more turkey on my plate.
I’m not trying to be rude,
But you can see that I’m playing Wordfeud,
Keep on talking if you choose,
But my listening is just a ruse,
I don’t care, I must confess,
Whether or not your life’s a mess,
Don’t care what kind of shape you’re in,
I’m focused on this game to win,
I’ll listen to you – rest assured,
Just as soon as I find this word,
Till then I don’t care what you say,
I play to live and live to play!
A hot steaming cup,
So spicy and sweet,
Warms up your spirit,
Your hands and your feet.
Whether it’s mulled wine,
Or vinglögg to you,
A Christmas without it,
Just would not do!
I’m heading ‘Holm this weekend,
For Ken’s fiftieth birthday bash.
He’s giving guests a party,
And me a place to crash.
I’m heading ‘Holm this weekend,
On the high speed train, first class.
Much joy and jubliation,
Will surely come to pass.
I’m heading ‘Holm this weekend,
With great anticipation.
Just hope that I can figure out,
Stockholm’s public transportation.
I’ve a colleague who brings plants to work,
It’s nice, but makes us feel like jerks.
Of course they are much appreciated,
Then again they’re almost always fated,
To shrivel and die and then turn brown,
Dropping their dead bits on the ground.
While green plants divert us and delight,
Those dead brown plants just ain’t right.
It’s bad feng shui, or so they say,
Sucking all the life in the room away.
Though they are admired and preferred,
No one remembers to water them but her.
So guilty then all of us feel,
Surrounded by the plants we’ve killed.
So personally I would much rather,
That this kind plant lady didn’t bother.
Drink to me with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine. Or leave a kiss but in the cup. And I'll not ask for wine.
A tiny little spark of hope.
It lives inside of me.
In one corner of my cracked heart.
One wonders why it’s still there.
Why pain and disappointment,
Didn’t kill it off a long time ago.
Yet, there it is, bright and alive.
And kicking me from time to time.
Encouraging me to do things,
That I really had no business doing.
Come on, try it! You never know…
Most of the time it ends with,
The crushing humiliation of failure.
I know that this might happen.
And yet I do it, nonetheless.
Sometimes I wish this kicking hope,
Would sparkle itself out.
Just go away and leave me alone.
For it causes me more pain,
Than pain ever did.
It’s better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all,
Even better yet to find that love again,
Mistakes once made,
Won’t be replayed,
This will be the love that stayed,
I’m so much a better man since then,
With pages turned and lessons learned,
No more bridges to be burned,
Seems I may have earned myself a second chance,
I can’t say if you feel that way,
I’m working on it day by day,
Hoping you’ll give our love more than a passing glance,
It’s better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all,
Even better when it takes you by surprise,
No way to know what life will throw,
And things that happened long ago,
May not be quite the way you realize,
Things can change, and rearrange,
Time’s a magic strong and strange,
Ride you on the range to see if you come through,
Perspective unfolds naturally; time gives us new eyes to see,
I just hope you feel the same way too..
It’s better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all,
Even better yet to find that love was pure,
I know now what I didn’t then,
Won’t make the same mistakes again,
Got strength to stay and work things out for sure,
With pages turned and lessons learned,
No more crosses to be burned,
Seems I may have earned myself a second chance,
I can’t say if you feel that way,
I’m working on it day by day,
Hoping you’ll give our love more than a passing glance,
Hoping you’ll give our love more than a passing glance,
Cuz it’s better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all,
Even better,
When you find that love again.
Ghosts and goblins,
Zombies galore,
Vampires, werewolves,
At my door,
But most frightening,
Of all these apparitions,
Are the children dressed
As politicians!
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