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The Peeping Tom

A story my stepdaughter told me.

A cute little tale with a hint of naughtiness...Despite my divorce from my first wife, I stayed in contact with her and her two daughters. They knew if there was a problem that needed my particular brand of problem solving that I was just a phone call away. When she discovered that the man that she was considering marrying was a closet alcoholic she canceled the plans and told him to leave, but he had all kind of excuses...

Can't call for help

Oh NOS! Where did it go?

.I step slowly from the cab,Generously paying the tab, The drivers kind of cute, Not paying attention while I gab. Tell the cabbie, thank you ma'am, Handing her a few clams, Stepping out of the car The door shuts with a slam. There's a tablet here, I know. Wallet's in the pocket fo' sho. No phone in the other! Oh, no, where did it go? I pat my self down, Starting to frown, I've lost my phone I'm going to drown. I feel the...

The phone call

The phone call you don't want

It is always hard to get that call the one you know what's it for how do you answer it The phone rings the throat is dry can't pick up the phone how do I answer What do you say hello hey what's up You think can it be something else can there be good news can it be just a sales call Hello (crying on the other end)are you okaytalk to me brother is everything all right He (says) is gone he went this morning around 8am Whatdo...

Walking from the kitchen, Sophie slaps the light switch down, darkening the space behind her. Moving slowly about the living room, Sophie's eyes land on her upside down cell on the end table next to the recliner. Picking up the phone, Sophie collapses onto the sofa then collects herself into its corner. Shaking off pink flip flops, Sophie rests her bare feet up onto the cushion and looks at her phone, no new text message....

Angry Birds: Poem Edition

An epic but humourous poem about the famous iPhone and Android game Angry Birds

They have stolen from us one last time.Tonight is the night we attack and flyAnd they shall pay for this grievous crimeNow is the moment those green bastards die. We hear the mighty sprang as we soarHitting them in clusters and hitting them hardThe loud squeal bellows as they are no moreWith every brick crushing them and every shard. Destroying the thieving green pigs and their very livesWe cannot express our happiness in...