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From where you am.
From where I are,
My attempt to rhyme
Has gone too far.

Many years ago, in another life, in another time,
I worked for a large retailer, in the Catalog part of the
business.
As I recall, I was a District Manager and had recently returned
from Chicago, with my peers. The meeting was a big one
on a new product, called "Cling-a-longs" or women's full length
hosiery that had some elasticity that provide support for those
who were on their feet for long periods of time.

The store manager, I and some others, were in a local dive
bar. Actually it was a Chinese Restaurant with a nice lounge.
I was relating my recent travels to Chicago and talked about
the new product. I had also discussed that we had given some
samples to the Stewardess on the airline, with a request to tell
us how they liked them, or not.

This was later in the evening, after a few drinks. When our waitress
said something to the group, "I'm on my feet for a long time
and would like to get some of the hosiery you mentioned.
Now, uninhibited, I said I'll get you some.
The store manager had left, so I made a questionable decision.
I wasn't going to be there when the store opened.
I wrote on a cocktail napkin, a note to my manager,
"Please order this young lady a pair of the new hosiery."

I was in our Astoria office and received a call from my
manager in Corvallis. He said, "I have a young lady
in my office that has a napkin with your signature authorizing
a pair of nylons. How am I to pay for that?"
I told him to put it on my credit card, which he did.

I kept waiting over the years, for the napkin to show up. Alas my
manager has been gone for many years and I no longer
work for that organization.

A great event, of a slight error in judgement,
brings to me great memories, that always makes me
laugh.

Please write me a story,
one that I will tell
to my friends, I know,
tell me daily; Go to Hell.

Riding a motorcycle on
a loose graveled road,
can result in scabs
and contusions,
when your "bike" unloads
your personal confusion.

Water me not,
Don't you see,
For I only want
Some Rye Whiskey

It had purple skin,
with eight green eyes.
A red nose, not blinking
was a big surprise.
The pigeon toed gait
as it walked down the road,
with a lumpy body, like a toad.

I live the day
to sip the wine,
harvested from
the gnarly vine.

I prefer red,
my wine of choice
but will drink white
when we rejoice.

What you drink
is up to you,
please don't drink
the Mountain Dew.

Screw up your courage,
give us your word.
Take out your saber,
fall on your sword.
Make a decision
for your conscience to dwell.
Quit all the lies,
go straight to... well
perhaps you can make
some amends,
if you can find
anyone of your friends.

I was at the Pub,
having a brew,
when a movement, I saw
and it was you.
Those beautiful brown eyes
reeled me in and thinking
I might even win
a piece of your affection.
I began, touching your hair,
saying to you, here I am.
You nosed me, with your stubby nose.
It was then I said,
anything goes and then I knew
I loved you so much,
my little Shih Tzu.

When leather soled shoes find the rain,
they act like a sponge soaking up water.
The soles become slick as a skate.
If you don't watch your step, you
may have great pain.
Stepping on a painted step, going
downstairs, when my feet slipped
and I unceremoniously fell on my
rear. I was now sitting there with
the packages I was carrying.
I got up. Took another step
and I once again was on my rear.
Didn't hurt much to land on your
rump, at least not mine.
The lesson learned in this life
of mine was to rid my self of
those leather soled shoes,
that showed me how to do
that slippery dance.

Up early in the morning
for a hot cup of tea
as coffee, my coffee
does not agree with me.

Argh he said,
as he wiped off his chin
with the sleeve of his arm
and that's when it begin.

He was a motley type,
his face covered with hair.
Not very quick,
or I wasn't aware.

His eyes were dark blue,
I noticed his face,
he didn't belong here,
not of the human race.

He looked right at me,
that's when I saw,
the pinkish scar
underneath his jaw.
I thought I would ask him,
what the scar was about.
I opened my mouth wide,
but no words would come out.

I wanted to know about him.
Where did you come from?
But he turned his body,
and with a little sound,
was out the door,
and couldn't be found.