Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Spanish poerty
Pobre María.
Dále la bujía
Para que la lleve
Por la vida breve.
Ella ya no sabe
La vida no es grave.
Después de estas luchas
De vidas...¡habrán muchas!
Dále la bujía
Para que la lleve
Por la vida breve.
Ella ya no sabe
La vida no es grave.
Después de estas luchas
De vidas...¡habrán muchas!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
St. Paddy's Day Troubles
Oh, Danny boy, 'tis sad but true
Perception's all there is.
I went to bed on March 16th
And thought meself a whiz!
My nightshirt colored goldenrod
Would keep me body warm.
When I woke on St. Paddy's day
It suddenly looked orange!
To be in orange on that saint's day
Was more than I could bear.
I stripped it off my shoulders then
And shivered in the air.
I bathed three times and burned the sheets.
I cast the nightshirt out.
I phoned the parish and confessed
Tradition I did flaut.
He gave me no Hail Mary's,
No trips around the beads,
Assigned no chants or litanies
No prayers, nor ancient creeds.
He said, "Lad, you're in trouble deep.
Them's damn near mortal sins.
From now, you'll wear green every day--
To start your life's amends!”
Perception's all there is.
I went to bed on March 16th
And thought meself a whiz!
My nightshirt colored goldenrod
Would keep me body warm.
When I woke on St. Paddy's day
It suddenly looked orange!
To be in orange on that saint's day
Was more than I could bear.
I stripped it off my shoulders then
And shivered in the air.
I bathed three times and burned the sheets.
I cast the nightshirt out.
I phoned the parish and confessed
Tradition I did flaut.
He gave me no Hail Mary's,
No trips around the beads,
Assigned no chants or litanies
No prayers, nor ancient creeds.
He said, "Lad, you're in trouble deep.
Them's damn near mortal sins.
From now, you'll wear green every day--
To start your life's amends!”
