It’s useful to look back in hind-sight,
And recognize films like “The Blind Side,”
That make one feel hopeful,
And not merely mopeful.
Movies haven’t forgotten their bright side.
It’s useful to look back in hind-sight,
And recognize films like “The Blind Side,”
That make one feel hopeful,
And not merely mopeful.
Movies haven’t forgotten their bright side.
While on tour with the Reduced Shakespeare Company earlier this year in Houghton, Michigan, I stumbled upon a delectable little tea shop (tea is somewhat of an obsession my wife and I share). I brought back two teas that absolutely blew our minds, which resulted in us asking her family to get us more as a Christmas gift. Well, it arrived, and we’ve had so much fun sampling the flavors (French Creme Brulee, Vanilla Cinnamon, Hazelnut Vanilla, Irish Cream, Monk’s Blend, and Peach Apricot), that I just had to write them a limerick:
I don’t need extra reasons to consume
Gifted tea from the Four Seasons Tea Room
It is such a delight,
Like a rebellious sprite,
I’m going to quit writing and resume!
Went to the Christmas concert at the in-law’s church this morning. It was a spectacularly rural affair – replete with straining high notes and lackluster reading all set to pre-recorded CD tracks of over-orchestrated brass and timpani. The choir conductor was doing her best, but failed to time the cut-offs of the sung material with the endings of the pre-recorded tracks. Meanwhile, a dedicated father/husband was videotaping and taking flash-pictures from the balcony, distracting people. I thought one more event could have made it truly memorable:
The church concert described as “fantastic,”
Would be more widely known as “bombastic,”
When the camera’s flash,
Timed with flourish of brass,
Made the sixty-ish soloist go spastic.