You could play The Lemon Tree and two clips of Ben and Donald as you read this 420 and contemplate whether this campaign season is impossible to eat, as in stomach.
is when a little guy goes around the less-peopled side of a big tree
and pees discretely as taught by his Daddy;
if it’s a lemon tree all’s the better- it likes the uric acid;
but it’s not ok when Presidential wannabes pee on trees
in front of everyone
w/ outrageous statements about Muslims and science that wind-up thusly:
“We cannot let it continue.” “We’re going to do something about it.”
Caveat 1: I began to fuss with the above 420 when I read about the anti-pee paint being used on buildings in San Francisco to discourage homeless men from peeing on them. The paint causes the urine to splash back. Really? Add insult to injury? How about finding them a shelter, an open-all-day urinal, a therapist, a job? (I know. I know. It’s hard living in moderate cities with lots of help agencies; homeless people flock there. But this paint is the devil it would seem.) Then I thought perhaps these candidates that spray their bullying venom around might benefit from some splash BACK. (Does NO one dare stand up and challenge them?) They’re certainly acidifying the atmosphere with their rhetoric; has anyone tested it for pH6? Perhaps their words would be good for lemon trees. We could take all the past and future speeches and bury them in lemon groves, and then they too would be officially impossible to eat, as Peter, Paul, and Mary were wont to say.
Caveat 2: Re-reading me thinks I could have captured Caveat 1 in a 420 instead of a verbal diatribe. But I’m steaming.
**Patty, one of we women who write, but you all know that
The “this must be stopped” phrase should be applied to the words the candidates are spewing. They are verbal winks to commit crimes me thinks. & it’s acidifying the air. (a 420 character 9-liner)
My Saucy Walker Doll is just a memory.
But a consumingly joyful one.
Like a constellation of smileys.
The Ideal Toy Corporation’s walking doll is my all-time favorite. No wind-up key. No button to push. All I did was walk alongside her and hold her hand, balance her first on one foot, then the other. Or I walked behind her, my hands on her shoulders. Saucy was pretty obedient. If I wanted her to sit, I pushed her legs into a sitting position. You could actually hear her legs snap. (Into position, that is. No SW was ever harmed by this procedure.)
It’s a wonderful toy. It’s Ideal.
Like plastic dexterity puzzles…
and handmade stuffed animals.
Saucy Walker is long gone but I still have everything else. Nothing brings back the nostalgia of childhood and the good old days like vintage toys. Want to relive some of the fun from childhood? Visit Some Bit of Stuff. Some things just never go out of style.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my toys will break.
So none of the other kids can use ’em….
― Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic