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Dougal McPodge and the WobbleBottomBird By Twaddle

Do any of you know

About the WobbleBottomBird?

Not one of you? (That’s really strange!

In fact, it’s quite absurd!)

For everyone should know,

About the WobbleBottomBird,

A very dangerous creature –

In case you hadn’t heard!

So listen to this story

Of a strange young man I know,

A tale that’s full of horror,

And a tale that ends in woe…

And when it’s done, you will have heard

How dangerous it can be,

To cross the WobbleBottomBird:

Continue and you’ll see…

This strange young man was young McPodge –

A boy who liked to eat,

Lovely things like puds and cakes –

He found them such a treat!

And since he truly loved to eat,

He had a great big tum,

With only one thing bigger still –

His great big wobblebum!

In fact, McPodge, this strange young boy

This funny-looking fellow,

As well as being strangely built

Had hair both wild and yellow,

His cheeks were red and podgy,

He had ears that stuck right out,

He also had the strangest eyes

(Of that there is no doubt!)

The left was small and blue,

And it moved from side to side,

The other one was big and red,

And made him look cross-eyed!

But the strangest thing of all

Was his wobblebottom bum,

That wobbled even more

Than his great big wobbly tum!

Although this sounds amusing,

Young lad Dougal was quite sad,

He’d never had a friend at school

(He was a lonesome lad…)

Everyone would shout rude things,

And call him horrid names,

Make fun of him, and pick on him,

Exclude him from their games.

Just because he liked his food,

And had a great big bottom,

All the other kids said things,

Said things that were quite rotten!

It wasn’t right! It wasn’t fair!

But what could Dougal do?

His peers just didn’t want to know –

Disliked him through and through…

If only they had looked at him,

Looked underneath his skin,

Behind McPodge’s wobblebum,

They’d see a boy who’s thin!

Find a boy with dreams and hopes

And lots of things to say,

A boy who longed and hoped and prayed,

To play with friends each day.

But Dougal knew he couldn’t win,

He’d have to make a plan.

So every night he prayed for help -

Whilst eating lots of flan!

And then one night it happened,

As he lay in bed he heard,

Way off in the distance

Was the WobbleBottomBird!

The sound was truly scary!

It screamed and shrieked and squawked!

As Dougal wobbled out of bed,

And to the window walked…

He drew back both the curtains,

And looked out into the night…

He wasn’t sure what to expect…

Oh, what an awful sight!

Outside his bedroom window,

Was the WobbleBottomBird,

Making such an awful din –

The worst he’d ever heard!

And then he looked and realised

(Although the light was dim)

The WobbleBottomBird

Had a wobblebum like him!

It also had a great big tum,

And ears that stuck right out!

It also had the strangest eyes

(Of that there is no doubt!)

The left was small and blue,

And it moved from side to side,

The other one was big and red,

And made it look cross-eyed!

So young McPodge remained quite still

And wondered what to do,

Then watched the window open up –

He felt himself float through!

He floated out into the night,

Just drifting on the breeze,

Then landed on the great bird’s back…

And strangely felt at ease.

It flapped its wings and shook its head,

And opened up its beak,

And said in quite a posh voice:

“Did you know that I can speak?

I’m here tonight to help you out,

To make your dreams come true,

I thought that you should come along

To watch what I can do!”

And then without another word,

The two of them took flight,

Up and up, without a care –

A truly awesome sight!

They flew for just an hour or two,

Until the new day dawned,

And then the WobbleBottomBird

Turned its head and warned:

“Young Dougal, this is your last chance,

Shall I do what you have asked?

If so we’ll dive back down to earth

And then complete the task.”

“Of course,” said he, “It’s what I want,

I want them all to know.

Just how I feel, how sad I am,

Come on, my friend, let’s go!”

And so the WobbleBottomBird,

Flew down to Dougal’s School,

Where all the other children played,

The ones who thought it cool,

To shout rude things, insult the lad,

And call him horrid names,

Make fun of him, and pick on him,

Exclude him from their games.

And as the WobbleBottomBird

Swooped down above the yard,

They all looked up in total shock –

He’d caught them all off guard!

Now Dougal knew that normally

It’s not polite to stare.

But on this rare occasion,

He simply didn’t care.

“Let them stare,” he said out loud,

“I want them all to know,

That I am someone special –

So please give them a show!”

The WobbleBottomBird then swooped

Even lower still,

And next - to Dougal’s great dismay -

Ate all the kids at will!

“What have you done?” young Dougal cried

(For what else could he say?)

“I’ve just done what you asked me to,

Asked every single day!

You asked me to get rid of them,

Said this would make you glad,”

Replied the WobbleBottomBird,

“I hope that you’re not sad!”

“Of course I am!” young Dougal cried.

“I can’t believe you ate them!

I wanted them to understand –

I didn’t really hate them!”

And so the WobbleBottomBird

Turned, and said quite lightly,

“You really are ungrateful, lad!”

And ate him too (quite rightly!)

Epilogue

The moral of this story is

Please try not to be mean,

Or else the WobbleBottomBird

May eat you, as you’ve seen!

Instead be nice to others –

Treat them as you would yourself,

And you will live a life that’s filled

With happiness, joy and health!

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Wake Up

What happened to hopes and dreams?
There are too many, it seems.
What is you true agenda?
This is not working, there's no doubt.
Do you feel trapped, is that what this is about?
You don't say what is on your mind.
You look past me, blind;
never stepping up to responsibility,
only showing humility.
Am I not smart? Am I not kind?
The answer, it seems I'll never find.
I try to be a great wife and mother.
Is there another?
We have our trials in life,
To do the best, was our strife.
It seems you're on cloud nine,
while I'm at home alone listening to our babies whine.
Click your heals and come back to Earth.
You have two responsibilites since their birth!
Wake up from this dream.
Take some of this stress I'm under, I could scream!

What Would You Say?

What if I were to die instead of wake,
what would you say?
What would be going through your mind?
Would you lie awake at night
thinking how I would have loved you until the end of time?
Would you wonder why you made my heart break...
Why you didn't treat me with love instead of hate.
Do you remember the tears leaving my face...
The way I walked with not so much grace?
Would you feel the way our hands intertwined?
The way you played games with my mind?
I subject all I am to you...
All I ask is you do the same too.
Will you remember if I was a good mother,
a good friend, a good lover?
If you had one thing to say, what would it be?
Would it be you were mean, you're sorry?
Would you say 'I miss her, I loved her. I wish I were nicer.'?
If I were to die instead of wake, what would you say?

One and All

I am hurting and you aren't seeing it.
There's no one here to feel my pain.
Only people with something to gain.
I am nothing in a sea of faces.
Everyone is rushing,
rushing to get to their places.
No one stops to help the ones who fall down.
No one slows at the sight of a tear or a frown.
It doesn't matter what you do.
It doesn't matter who you are.
We are all here to live the best life we can, one and all.
Behind our money, our cars, and homes
We're the same as the next, skin and bones...
Hearts and souls.
Everyone wants someone to hold them and to hold.
Everyone is in a hurry though, not too bold.
Emotionless faces race to finish first,
It's been that way since before our birth.
Why can't we love then live, one and all?

PEACH And CAKE DESSERT

Spray 4 Quart crockpot with non stick cooking spray.

Place one (app.) 20 ounce can of peach pie filling in crockpot

Melt 1/2 cup margarine and mix with 1 ( 18 1/4 ) ounce box of dry yellow cake mix

(Yep! Dry cake mix with out adding other ingredients)

Sprinkle crumbly cake mixture over pie filling

Cover and cook on LOW for 2 to 3 hours until lightly brown on top and bubbly

Serve warm ~ It's reallly great with a scoop of ice cream on top

Why Do I Cry By Stripes

Sometimes i wish that i would just die
Put me in the coffine and burry me alive
My eyes are heavy and full of surprise
Never knowing when the time is right
The sky is dark now, my vision is blind
I see no color through the black of my mind
Im so numb now, will i survive
Can anyone guid me from this hell that i find

Why do i cry
When she tells me shes alright
And i see her again
But with another man
Why am i blind

The night is so scary and never ending
My thoughts so weary and never surendering
I dont know how i forced my self in
Wondering why im stretching so thin
Is it done, I do not know
I can not feel from those who dont
When the war is over I wont be here
Youll find me hiding, cowering with fear
And when you find me, please dont lie
I know im ugly on the inside

Why do i cry
When she tells me shes alright
And i see her again
But with another man

Why do i cry
When she tells me shes alright
And i see her again
But with another man
WHY AM I BLIND!

Please dont look for me
I dont want to be seen
My woste condition flows
Like the brightest stars it shows
And when i look at myself
I see this hatred straight from hell!

Why do i cry
Why do i cry
Why do i cry
Why do i cry!!

Why do i cry
When she tells me shes alright
And i see her again
But with another man
Why am i blind.....

Mean Green Hot Sauce By Eric McMahel

Mean Green Hot Sauce
By Eric McMahel

Select the best ingredients as always when dealing with vegetables. I always use fresh right out of the garden as I am fortunate enough to have one.
You will need 10 decent sized peppers of any kind. I use 6 jalapenos and 4 cayennes.
You will need 1-3 cloves of garlic depending on their size.
1 full cup of vinegar, I prefer distilled
1 Tablespoon of salt
1 "chunk" of onion I say chunk because I useually cut off 1 whole quarter of the onion and chop it into the mix. It all depends on what you prefer.

NOW THEN!! Heat the vinegar up in the microwave or on the stove. Some people say you should boil the vinegar but again it all depends on you. I heat it to a slight fiz but not a violent boil then I add everything. Shake the mix up well so it all will soak in. Leave set on counter long enough to cool to room temp. then put it all in a blender. Leave it in the blender as long as you like it will come out as a thick paste or a chunky paste or even a smooth green liquid. Again it's what you prefer. I use the "magic bullet" works very well. Then you simply chill it in the fridge. After you try this you may never buy commercial hot sauce again!

His throne by Stephen W Roberts

So here he is,
Sitting all alone.
Lost in loneliness,
Here on his throne.
This king of broken hearts,
Feeling sends chills to the bone.
Left lost in this world,
Here all on his own.
From deep within his chest,
He lets out a groan.
His mind and heart,
Trapped in a cyclone.
A king on his throne,
Apon his head placed a crown.
A Symbol of sadness,
He wears with a frown.
Somehow he got this way,
Became a royal clown.
A shell of his former self,
Of a man of such renown.
His Tears fall apon his cheeks,
He has never felt so down.
So much he feels submerged,
He fears that he may drown.
A man with a sunken heart,
If only his life could expire.
Move on into the next life,
From life simply retire.
Though this is not all true,
To say so would make him a liar.
To smile once again,
Is what he does require.
To be filled with happiness,
Trully burn with the fire.
To feel that once again,
Is what fuels his desire.
But that is not a real feeling,
Simply formed from his night.
Stripped from imagination,
For his own delight.
He does long for her,
His soul she can ignite.
To take away his sorrow,
Bring him into the light.
This is the real world not a fairy-tale,
Though he wants it with all his might.
He may not be able to love so true,
She is not able to save him in white.
He says it outloud,
All alone it is all that he hears.
She doesn't exist in this world,
Which is a plague apon his ears.
Even if she did exist,
In time she also disappears.
Leaving him lonely once again,
Left only with his souvenirs.
Which is why he is drowning,
Alone in his tears.
A king in his thrown,
Forced to face all of his fears.

When my time comes By Stephen W Roberts

When my time comes,
I don't know who I'll be.
That reflection in the mirror,
I don't know who I'll see.
When my time comes,
I wonder what I'll have to say.
What wisdom I could pass along,
In the last moments of my final day.
When my time comes,
I don't know who I'll know.
Who would sit and hold my hand,
Who will mourn me once I go.
When my time comes,
I hope I go in peace.
But even if I'm in great pain,
In my release my pain will cease.
When my time comes,
Knowing I'm not into religious extremes.
I just hope it is beautiful,
As beautiful as my dreams