Unless and until they cut me a check, I have no “association” with any brand.
I believe loyalty to friend, family, and nation can all be great virtues, but loyalty to a corporation is just silly. (They certainly won’t be loyal to you when it conflicts with what is best for the profit margin.)
A hardcore Metal drummer from Finland
refused to be without his sticks in hand,
but then the poor slob
couldn’t work a doorknob,
missed gigs, & got kicked out of the band.
There was a hockey player from Canada
who was entirely lacking in stamina.
He shot like a sniper,
but breathing was hyper,
He got outskated by dear old grand-ma-ma.
There was a chill burglar from Kenya
who, as he worked, listened to Enya.
It lulled him to sleep,
a sleep far too deep.
He woke up where burglars, they send ya.
Pie eating. I don't mean to be gluttonous about it, but I seldom eat a proper piece of pie. I'd say I get enough dessert, overall, but perhaps need to shift more of the balance of dessert in the direction of pie. Or maybe I just have a momentary hankering for pie, and this is all just meaningless rambles. I do not intend to build a pie-eating action plan, so things will probably remain as they are on the pie-eating front.
War is a Racket: The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier by Smedley D. ButlerThere was a brown bear from Slovenia
who had a bad case of anemia.
While his kin were vegetarian,
he ate campers and carrion —
Hope you don’t meet the iron-shy bear of Slovenia.
There was a young man from Azerbaijan
who needed something to prop his feet on.
Thoughts of Ottoman rule,
He'd learned of in school,
made resting his feet on an Ottoman right on!
Tiger Riding for Beginners 