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Birdsong
I wake up to
A pretty song
A bird
I do not know

I am here!
The sun is warm!
The wind is cool!
Will you stay?
Will you stay?


Tomorrow I wake
To a song I know
But yours
Was sweet as well
Is Too Much Enough?
Layer cake palaces
Festooned with whipped cream
Twirled into fantasies
Escaped from a dream

Hapsburgs on horseback
Kaisers on seraphim
Lions with goddesses
Cherub on cherubim

All stuffed in puff pastry
Then gilded with glaze
Plopped down in the plazas
In delicious displays

Dollop on dolloping
Baroque on rococo
Piled up on each parapet
Rampart and portico

Grander on grandeur
Topped off with more fluff
It may be too filling
But it's never enough
Aussie Can You Say?
I went on a little cruise recently, just to see what it was like. It wasn't on one of those big ships, where you're cheek to jowl with hundreds of Americans all gaining weight simultaneously. There were only 30 of us on this little ship, and aside from the two of us and a couple of Canadians, everyone else was Australian.

Is it just me, or are the Aussies the most personable people on the planet? Friendly, upbeat, self-effacing. Even the quiet ones always seem ready for some jocular give-and-take. They are easy to be around, unlike some other nationalities. I won't name names, but some of our other fellow travelers can be grumpy, rude, arrogant. Yes, including the Americans, and yes, including me.

It's a cultural thing, of course. The origin of any given Australian is irrelevant, at least after a generation of living in The Land Down Under. The Aussies no doubt have their own baggage of the intolerance and boneheadedness we all share, but they carry it in a uniquely agreeable way.

My current theory: it's the accent. Perhaps we should all try it.

To which I hope you reply: Ripper, mate! Good oil.
Comeback From the Undead
Good King Matthias
And Vlad the Impaler
One was a meanie
The other, his jailer

Vladie's bad habit
Was puncturing peasances
Torching their villages
And other unpleasances

Matt, though, was a real prince
(That's besides being kingly)
He stood up for kittens
And butterflies' winglies

He banished the 'Paler
Down deep in a dungeon
Which earned him a plaque at
The Kiwanis' luncheon

Each man is quite famous
In his own milieu
The king for his honor
Vladimir for his e-e-www!

Matt's fame is Hungarian
And his rep is immacula
But Vlad made the big time
As the real-life Count Dracula
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