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EXHAUSTED!

December 17th, 2008 · No Comments

I have college graduation ceremonies to attend, roads to travel, Simulated Christmas Events to choreograph, Christmas cards to write and presents to wrap. I have instructions to read, batteries to charge, ribbons to cut, décor to straighten, hair to color and nails to paint. I have holiday outfits to buy, clothes to pack, gifts to […]

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The Year That Was

December 11th, 2008 · 1 Comment

I borrowed a cue from The Wino. Then I threw in a little Billy Joel and topped it off with my own insatiable need to rhyme. So reflect with me, won’t you?

In the year of 42
I became a Jew
With furrowed brow
I say Oy Vey now
 
I pray to the retinol gods
Jealous of 20-something bods
Dress too young for […]

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Have a Drink on Me!

November 12th, 2008 · 1 Comment

An Ode to Libberanne 
Happy Birthday to you
Today you turn 42
A milestone of sorts
Full of giggles and snorts
Celebrate the guilt-free way
Your first Jewish holiday!
 
Be glad you are not Baptist or Mormon or Amish
They don’t celebrate with Manischewitz!
Sneak in a little vodka taster
With a beer for a chaser
Top it off with some rum
Now you’re really having Jewish […]

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Wine is Fine, But Whiskey’s Quicker

August 25th, 2008 · No Comments

Death’s Door
By: Kimmer

The pain is unbearable
The headache is insane
I can’t stand the throbbing
Of my poor aching brain.

Cold air, warm air
Makes no difference to me
It causes the same rush
Of sheer agony!

That smell, those people
All waiting in misery
I am filled with nothing but
Dred, fear and anxiety.

Step through the door
I’d rather slit my wrist
For the evil […]

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MORE CHEESE

August 19th, 2008 · No Comments

An Ode to Cheetos
By: Kimmer 

Here I sit in my office
Eyes beginning to blur
Staring at my computer 
Stomach starting to churn.
Too early for lunch 
Too late for coffee
I need a little tidbit
Enough to fulfill me.
I reach into my desk drawer
Pull out my saving grace
Heaven in a 99-cent bag
Just the right taste!
Orange finger-coated goodness
Dangerously cheesy for sure
The perfect cheese flavored […]

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