Laughter, Kindness, CancerLaughter, Kindness, CancerLaughter, Kindness, Cancer
Gentle one, why have you left us?
Though you suffered fore and aft, you made us laugh.
Your childlike innocence and sweetness made us love and adore you beyond the laughter on the surface.
Though you often felt sick and unhappy you smiled through your pain and made us laugh.
I dare not read the words you left behind for fear it would break my heart to hear how you suffered. and though I never met you your story saddens me and a thousand others who learned of your
Thoughts In an Inclined PlaneThoughts In An Inclined PlaneThoughts In an Inclined Plane
Ten minutes is a short time. It’s not too long a time to rhyme. A long rhyme in a short time makes no sense at all. Only short people can write rhymes, the tall ones are too tall. And people too tall to write rhymes write letters shorter than they are And if a tall person were in charge of a small city, he could only be mayor Of, say, Rhode Island where he could do naught but smile and nod, for the simple reason that on a state so small he’d have no room to do anything else, not even make a phone call. Who is there to call outside
The Pastry That Ate the WorldThe Ballad Of the Young Pastry That Ate 99% Of the WorldThe Pastry That Ate the World
There once was a baker, not Christian, nor Quaker- an atheist through and through. But his religion is irrelevant to the story that I here present- I mention it so I won’t offend any of you.
This baker, Willie McCucumber by name, one day had nothing to do- a fault for which he can be given no blame. So, in the idleness of his activity and unbridledness of his creativity, he decided- clever chap!- to bake a cake. I must admit, within this rhyme, that, while this was a good idea at the time- &
