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Showing posts with label speak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label speak. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Ten Rules For Making A Good First Impression


by Thomas M. Pender

10)          One should always speak clearly and never mumble . . . unless you’re in the South, where mumbling is practically a requirement

9)            One should always place a napkin in one’s lap before dining.  This rule, however, may be waived if there is a giant talking rodent, dozens of jangling games that spit out tickets, and a hundred screaming kids about the establishment.

8)            One should never vomit on anyone with the potential to become one’s boss or spouse

7)            One should always say “Please pass the condom” as the situation (ahem) “arises”

6)            One should never attempt to spit one’s watermelon seeds or olive pits into one’s date’s cleavage for two points

5)            One should never address a police officer who has pulled one over as “Sir Sphincter, Duke of All Doughnuts”

4)            One should always be on time to pick up a date.  It may also behoove one to bring along a novel, as one on time will most likely be waiting an average of 45 minutes for one’s date to be ready.

3)            One should never scratch one’s personal areas during job interviews

2)            One should always politely ask a new neighbor to keep his pet out of one’s yard at least three times before making said pet “disappear”

and

1)            One should never attempt the “popcorn box trick” on a first date to the cinema without first . . . oh, hell, there are no polite rules to attempting the popcorn box trick.  Just go for it!

Monday, September 5, 2011

Fools And Kings

by Thomas M. Pender 

With a title inspired by a Billy Joel line, this was a poem from a transitional phase, in which I was talking myself into coming out of my shell and learning to say what I felt and wanted.  I wasn't quite there yet, but I was very close. . . .

 

If I am labeled a Fool
For speaking my heart
Then I hold my head high
And speak for all Fools

For Kings have high rank
And shining adoration
While the Fools are shunned
And ignored

Yet
Were I to remain silent
And let you leave
Without knowing I care

I would merely be a silent Shadow

By voicing my emotion
And my honest affection
I may risk ridicule
But I have survived ridicule

For one day
My honest proclamation
Will catch a dream
And that love
Will make this Fool

A King


written by t. michael pender  10/29/86
copyright 1986 T. Michael Pender.  All rights reserved.