Repercussions.

Hi Folks ~~ I’mmmm Baaack!!!! I hope all is well with

you all and things are going well at your house. All

OK here at the moment… I have a great casserole

cooking in the crockpot. Steak and kidney and lots

of vegetables. It will cook overnight, and then in the

morning I will pop some dumplings in on the top of it.

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I have a poem called “Repercussions” tonight.

One morning, Algernon McGurk

While getting dressed for work

A hole in his sock he did find ---

And angrily he spoke his mind !!

Accused of laziness his mate,

In words and manner most irate,

Provoked, his erstwhile gentle wife,

Distressed at such domestic strife,

Spanked and stood Junior in the hall

For scribbling on the bathroom wall.

Whence Junior, much incensed at that,

Vented his wrath upon the cat !!

A mighty tug he gave it’s tail,

And, with a loud protesting wail

It hurtled through the kitchen door

Just as the milkman went to pour

The milk into the waiting can . . . .

And on the steps the milk all ran !!

Poor Milko had to clean the mess,

Which made him late in seeing Bess

The house-maid at Old Wealthy’s place;

And she accused him to his face

Of gossiping with Bella Sweet

Who ran the milk-bar down the street.

Then Bess, in quite a nasty mood

Answered, in manner curt and rude

Her mistress, who later made a scene

At breakfast, and called Old Wealthy mean

Because he would not buy her mink

He held his peace, though ears went pink,

Until he went to his office at ten ----

And though he was mostly the mildest of men,

He made it unpleasant for all at work,

Especially ---you guessed it-– for Algie McGurk,

Who really was at quite a loss

To know what had provoked his boss.

<><><> So, this little story has a moral

Directed at those who love to quarrel . . .

Just pause before you fume and fuss,

Or your actions, alas ! may re-percuss !!!!

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**** Now for a few funnies ---****

A Polish man moved to Australia and married a local girl.

Although his English was far from perfect, they got

along very well until one day he rushed into a lawyer’s

office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce.

The lawyer ( L) said that getting a divorce would depend

on the circumstances, and this exchange took place

with the client ( C).

L – Have you any grounds ?

C – Yes, half a hectare and a nice little home.

L – I mean what is the foundation of this case ?

C – It made of concrete.

L – I don’t think you understand. Does either of you

have a real grudge ?

C – No , we have carport.

L – I mean what are your relations like ?

C – All my relations still in Poland.

L – Is there any infidelity in your marriage ?

C – We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.

L – Does your wife beat you up ?

C – No, I’m always up before her.

L – Why do you want this divorce ?

C – She is going to kill me. I got proof.

L – What kind of proof ?

C – She is going to poison me. She got a bottle from

the super-market and put it on the bathroom shelf.

I can read, and it says , “ Polish Remover.”

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The Indian chief introduced his wife to a newspaper reporter. The reporter asked her name. The chief replied, "Three Horse." "That's a picturesque name," said the reporter. "Does it have a deep

symbolism?" "Yes," the chief replied. "Nag, nag, nag!"

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A man was sitting in a bar gulping down shot after shot

of whisky. His friend comes into the bar and sees him.

“Lou”, says the shocked friend , “what are you doing ?

I’ve known you for 15 years and I’ve never seen you take

a drink before. What’s going on ?”

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Lou replies without even lifting his bleary eyes from his

newly filled shot glass, “My wife just ran off with my best

friend,”and he throws back another shot in one gulp.

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“But Lou,” says the other man, “I’m your best friend.”

The man turns to his friend, looks at him through bloodshot

eyes, smiles and then slurs, “Not any more. He is !!”

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A few little bits out of the newspaper.

A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small package.

---- Confucius.

Mini-skirts keep men polite. A man will always let a mini-

skirt on the bus or tram first.

Junk is stuff we throw away.

Stuff is junk we keep.

My thought for today – Don’t tell me what I can’t do,

let me show you what I can do.

<><> Bye for now, Stay well and happy. Take care, Merle.

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