There once was a fellow named Kurt
Who had a twin brother named Burt
While in Serengeti
They slurped up spaghetti
And took naps face down in the dirt.
—holden klass
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Thursday, June 16, 2022
There once was a fellow named Kurt
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
A lady named Myles
There once was a lady named Myles
Who wore the most beautiful smiles
Then one day in a flash
She grabbed up all her cash
And left town with a man named Wiles.
—holden klass
Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Scranton Joe
World renowned, he's The Scranton Joe
Full of himself, corrupt, and low
A pompous ass without a nerve
Self and mammon he's first to serve
Boorish knave! to Hell he'll go
That venal scum, The Scranton Joe.
—holden klass
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
A gal named Emmy
There once was a girl named Emmy
A pro at doing the shimmy
One morning at two
She stepped in some glue
And cried QUICK! I need a Jimmy.
—holden klass
Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Gal Named Sally
There once was a gal named Sally
Whose hair was too long to tally
One night on a date
She snagged a gate
And sank from peak to valley.
—holden klass
Thursday, September 09, 2021
EMS
There once was a gal named Ems
A woman not known for whims
And in no small part
She'd broken my heart
But so kindly spared my limbs.
—holden klass
Thursday, August 05, 2021
Heather the UPSer
There once was a girl named Heather
Who labored in all kinds of weather
In her big old brown truck
Sporting a smile for luck
Found no parcels light as a feather.
—holden klass
Tuesday, July 13, 2021
There once was a girl from Purdue
There once was a girl from Purdue
Not far from the Tippecanoe
In search of her Wow!
She followed a cow
Back home to a farmer named Stu.
—holden klass
Wednesday, May 05, 2021
Marisol
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
"One Horse Pony"
I'm a one horse pony my name is Joe
God surely loves me because he knows I'm slow
My wife's a "Doctor" but she don't know
Can anyone show me which way to go
Joe! the swamp you seek is just ahead
We all know you're not much well read
Why don't you go on back to bed
And let that just be said.
—holden klass
AND REMEMBER FOLKS
"our darkest days are ahead of us, not behind us."—Joe Biden
ain't that the goddamn truth!
Thursday, September 24, 2020
"Sweet Dreams"
Had lotsa dreams ne'er a one sweet
Dreamt a fine gal went out to eat
Opened her mouth she had no teeth
On to the next one kinda neat
Walked on the moon a major feat
Just some dreams I'm here to tout
But "sweet" ain't what they's all about
A little weird they are no doubt
When doors lead in but take me out
To lands of strange where sleep does scout.
—holden klass
Wednesday, December 04, 2019
"Looking for Love"
Same old tired faces
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Where hopeful hearts meet empty spaces
AND nary a day goes by -
In this sea of sanguine fishes
In spite of all their best wishes
Hope serves up only meager dishes
And that gives pause for sigh.
—holden klass
Friday, January 25, 2019
The Dating App
Hopeful of Love but her in-box was full
Lonely prose from men 18 to 82
Pulse beating brisk now comes to a lull
Rejection has turned my mood blue
Once again my heart was played
Damn, damn I did try so
All the right words and gestures made
The fates won't have it though
My loneliness stayed.
—holden klass
Monday, December 08, 2014
Post #1701 Perseverance (grit)
And with the whole of my spirit
Determined! I refuse to quit
Ever aware that I may fail
On my steam and grit yet I sail.
—holden klass
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The Penalty of Leadership
In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. ¶Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. ¶In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. ¶The reward is widespread recognition; the punishment, fierce denial and detraction. ¶When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. ¶If his work be mediocre, he will be left severely alone – if he achieve a masterpiece, it will set a million tongues a -wagging. ¶Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a commonplace painting. ¶Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build, no one will strive to surpass or to slander you unless your work be stamped with the seal of genius. ¶Long, long after a great work or a good work has been done, those who are disappointed or envious, continue to cry out that it cannot be done. Spiteful little voices in the domain of art were raised against our own Whistler as a mountebank, long after the big world had acclaimed him its greatest artistic genius. ¶Multitudes flocked to Bayreuth to worship at the musical shrine of Wagner, while the little group of those whom he had dethroned and displaced argued angrily that he was no musician at all. ¶The little world continued to protest that Fulton could never build a steamboat, while the big world flocked to the river banks to see his boat steam by. ¶The leader is assailed because he is a leader, and the effort to equal him is merely added proof of that leadership. Failing to equal or to excel, the follower seeks to depreciate and to destroy – but only confirms once more the superiority of that which he strives to supplant. ¶There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as human passions – envy, fear, greed, ambition, and the desire to surpass. ¶And it all avails nothing. ¶If the leader truly leads, he remains – the leader. ¶Master-poet, master-painter, master-workman, each in his turn is assailed, and each holds his laurels through the ages. ¶That which is good or great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. ¶That which deserves to live — lives.
written by Theodore F. MacManus
A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.
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