January 9, 2014 
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If 1 Day
is Monday
that’s never 2sday,
and Wednesday
> though midway <
lost 3 in translate.
while Thursday
which sounds trey
is really the 4th
—not Friday
(a free-day)
since that’s 5th,
of course.
The 6th day
that sits way
—down in the week
is all about sitting
and “past tense” in speak.
And Son-day
is fund day
for God’s favorite sun,
who pulls triple-duty
returning to 1.
©Karen Robiscoe
January 6, 2014 9 Comments
♦ if you live in the NOW—you OWN it. You’ve WON ♦
somehow, the organic produce I buy at Trader Joes seems more organic than the organic produce I buy at Vons
I was so broke this Christmas, I decorated a car pine freshener instead of a tree
I shrink wrapped my wagon with the Charron’s Chatter logo,
but it’s too soon to know if that’ll ad-vans my car-eer.
♦ whoever invented the washing machine was a genius…
whoever invented dry cleaning, smarter still ♦
♦ is obsessive tidying really a disorder? ♦
January 4, 2014 7 Comments
Meat and potatoes
are fine as a base
but drizzle of gravy
heightens the taste
insuring no id bits
are going to waste
since Cash Cows are phatter
cloaked in Bernays!
Start with crowd reasoning
* flash it and pan *
foil it & season it,
infuse high demand then
Freudian browbeat in it
marketing plan and
oil the deep seediest
urges in man.
You wanna get women?
Buy this new car!
Does waistline need trimming?
Try this new bar!
You don’t feel like grinning?
These pills are top drawer!
And trust us, you must
‘cuz we sell who you are.
Your buttons our stove top
and appetites’ gauged
illusion of option
confined to a stage
a fine-dining, dinner show
Chef will appraise
Not Cash Cows—they’re dead now
—and shadier’s made.
©Karen Robiscoe
The German phrase: “es freut mich” means “it brings me joy”. Being punny, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to double entendre that, since Freud was the Uncle of Edward Bernays, aka Daddy of PR, and employed his Uncle’s techniques (among others) to good effect. (for himself and the retail industry)
December 31, 2013 14 Comments
I waved to a surfer
surfing a wave
slicing the face
he faced me and gave
the slyest of smiles
and dropped to the right
riding the lip
curling his whites
skimming the curl
crashing the sand
sanding the board
with wax in in his hand
trim like a pro, he
tip-toed his tootsies
to nose he did go
going for footsies
toting a ten-year-old
doggie named Moe
the mo’ that I watched
the longer they rode
till rode stick was suddenly
paddleboard show
and paddling out
to board for a trip
my bathing suit bottom
caught on wood ship
and wouldn’t you know it
on ship cotton ripped, and
yelling that word
replacing the ‘p’
I mooned doggy tandem
& tanned all of me.
©Karen Robiscoe
December 28, 2013 5 Comments
Q: when is 4 ½?
A: over eight
prediction: 140 characters or less will attend the funeral of Twitter founder.
Q: why did Santa kill Rudolf?
A: He over-eight….
Taylor Swift sings: If I Die Young, Bury Me in Satin,
which is far more popular than Taylor Slow‘s song: If I Die Old, Bury Me in Burlap
Mark Zuckerberg invented a locker-room way to remain on Sugar Mountain forever.
Interesting Gates called his creation Windows…
Q: Is a phone number phat, if it over eight?
Interesting Jobs made so many jobs obsolete….
pre-wedding jitters = giddy-up for your hitch
Q: Be-nign fat?
A: It over-eight…
if your work generates no income, can it be taxing?
Q: Infinite such questions would be?
A: over-eight-ed…
December 20, 2013 3 Comments
Spelling is important!
A man in a uniform is more attractive than a man in a unicorn.
LKF: tummies are small—bellies huge!
nemissary = a person that comes bearing bad tidings instead of glad
coo’stick = guitar riff that’s dove lovely
smuth-a-cate = how some relationships are
best writing tip: if it bores you to edit it/write it/read it—so is your reader
if your hair stands on end, that’s like a hair ovation….
robes are pretty important. They named a whole ward after them.
twitterbug = serial tweeter
The original champagne-from-a-shoe girl, Cinderella’s glass slipper was half full
Santa’s itinerary: Yule Log
December 16, 2013 9 Comments
Before, During…After
The Present has been Perfect
for this Preppie
(when I’m Participating, that is)
I’ve Modified Infinite ways
to try (hard)
to begin (slowly)
to say (sincerely)
If Conjunctions were horses,
Buts would ride…
And in fact,
Passivity is so becoming to me
it runs me on & on & on & on & on until I
Actively search it out!
I often—hold on, don’t I mean occasionally?—interject
getting my Split on
since I am—
(to be Cliché)
inclined to
Verbal Gymnastics…
©Karen Robiscoe
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