It is said “Life is like a box of chocolate” – a quote from “Forrest Gump“

At least with a box of chocolate
You can squish the underside, to know what you’ll get
Still, both life and squished chocolates
Tend to be pretty messy
Years of living with someone
It’s a Yin and Yang thing
Compromise with a kiss on the cheek
Anger, yet cuddling in bed
Hand holding or rolling of one’s eyes
Yet there are times
Like when the wife asks you to duck tape her
How excited the thought is, I’m sure that is no surprise
No, no, no, no
Don’t let your imaginations run wild
For it wasn’t anything like that!!
Let the picture below, make it perfectly clear
A dress form made for an individual
So long as the evening snacks are limited
A duct taped wife without a head, covered up for modesty sake
To repeat those words of a sort-of famous neighbor to the north
Canada’s Red Green loosely translated
“If you can’t fix it with duct tape
It’s probability not worth fixing”
They say the Blue bird brings happiness and that my be so.
Usually I’m glad to see one
Yet when it flies around your parked car day after day
Acting like it wants to keep getting into the closed windows
You have to wonder why?
Then you realize when you go to take out the car
That as it has been flying around the car
It has been pooing all over the sides.
They say that a bird pooping on your person, car or property
Supposedly it brings good luck,
Not sure where that myth, or superstition comes from
But I wonder is the good luck mine or the car rental business?
I’m in a Fog today
Can’t seem to find my mind
Looked on the ground it wasn’t there
Thou I realized I was wearing one left shoe,
one right boot
I have been to the PO and to the mall
Oh, I think I better head home
Maybe my mind is there ?
Or at least, there should be one right shoe and/or one left boot
Note to self: add more light where you get dress
The sun is surely in the winter doldrums
Its’ shows up late every morning
And leaving early at the end of the day
With no enthusiasm to share any of its’ warmth
What about the rest of us
Caught up in the sun’s cyclical moods
Having to face all on our own
Arctic cold fronts,
Cars that won’t start
Furnaces that won’t shut off
With cold feet, cold hands and faces
And (SAD) Seasonal Affective Disorder
Yes we could leave
Enticed by family and friends
Who boast of warmer climes
Of topical islands
Lust and green
But what about the others
Who have to remain behind
Now that the holidays are over
Who can they complain too?
What is misery if it can’t be shared
So we stay put
With the other fools
And do our countdown
To when the sun may change her mood
encourage everyone
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