Student Life Envy

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If you are one of the many without a job right now,

you may be wishing to go back to school somehow.

If not, you probably haven't heard about how modern

some of the schools' college courses have gotten.

I can't imagine preferring to revise resumes

over a student's study filled, quasi-lazy days.

Perhaps it's just because I majored in Sociology,

that these courses cause me student life envy.

At UCSB there's a Video Study of Social Interaction.

Bellmont University has one on Embracing Distraction.

Occidental offers the chance to study stupidity.

There's Psychology of Exceptional Human Experience at Coventry.

Heck.  I have a good job and wish I could go.

Daily work in an office isn't super exciting, you know?

Of course, I'd want someone else to pay the bill.

I'd just be there to lighten my mood without a pill.

If you are unemployed, why not invent your own course?

Perhaps search for modern remnants of the influence of the Norse?

At least you'll have something to discuss at your next interview.

You never know what that random knowledge will do for you.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.

 

Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Education, Unemployment, Humor, Poetry, Writing

Planet Bling

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A woman who felt she'd been had

looked down at her ring and was sad.

They'd found one bigger,

not with a digger.

Now planet bling is the most rad.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.

This rhyme was written for Mad Kane's Limerick-Off.

Come read the entries.  You'll laugh, not scoff. 

Investment Lotterization

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When I was little, my dad used to say,

that I needed to save for a rainy day

and not to expect to dig and find gold

to use to live on when I get old.

I think his heart would skip a beat or two

if I thought as 21% of the masses do

and felt the lottery was a viable wealth building strategy.

That'd surely make him want to smack some sense into me.

Even if you bought 31 years' worth of tickets in one week,

you'd have less than a 1% chance for which to speak!

It would cost you many thousands of dollars

and who could afford that besides big time ballers?

You would be better off raising geese, hoping to find

the one that lays eggs worth so much it'd blow your mind.

Or perhaps you'd prefer to search for sunken and buried treasure?

It would take more time but have better odds and feel like leisure?

Whatever you do, don't throw it all away

hoping that playing the lottery will pay.

Whether shoved in a jar, mattress or actual savings,

when not thrown to the wind, cash grows like it has wings.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.

 

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Technorati Tags: Retirement, Lottery, Diversification, Humor, News, Poetry

Ancient Rock 'n Roll

If you want proof that rock music was meant to be,

there's a place in Pennsylvania that you should see.

The rocks in this place make the most beautiful sounds

when hit with the force of at least a few pounds.

Dr. JJ Ott was the first to play them long, long ago.

I hope to someday visit and make my own music show.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.

Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Rocks, Music, Travel, Poetry

This rhyme is being shared at D'Verse Poet's Pub and Holes in My Soles,

just two of the treasured gems hidden in my blog rolls.

I'm also sharing this rhyme with the You Tube Tuesday crowd

because I think the video will make them giggle out loud.

Trash is Now Treasure

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Looking around, I see signs that we've taken to heart

the fact that all trash contains treasure, at least in part.

The economy has beat us down.  We're scraping pennies;

gathering recycling 'round town to buy the bare necessities.

Nearly everyone seems do be doing it in some way,

trying to find a way to recoup a cut in pay.

Some steal copper from empty homes and buildings,

while others use metal detectors to hunt for schillings.

Many people don't appreciate this scavengering.

In fact, they find the intrusion a bit maddening.

Honestly some people truly are crossing the line,

doing things that could incur more than a fine.

Some invent miracles just to earn a quick buck

and, like others, are probably down on their luck,

but it's not the same as hosting too many yard sales

and those too get busted up by uniformed males.

So what are we to do in this unique time of need?

Will you find creative ways to do a good deed?

Perhaps stash the cash producing bottles and cans

somewhere they will easily reach the right hands.

Maybe they will finally make a reality TV show

about the sketchy places that scavengers go,

a new collectibles hunter seller style

that's likely to stick around for a while.

I wish we could find a way to root out all tricksters,

to motivate others to behave like do-good-ing hipsters,

but we'll probably have to settle for commercialized charity

because true smile causing goodness (these days) is a rarity.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.

Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Recycle, Recession, Humor, Funny, Poetry

Ticky Tacky vs Naughty and Wacky

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What do cannabis, gay rights

and raw milk have in common?

Each one has recent news bites

that smell a little rotten.

Obama promised them all

his focus would be elsewhere,

but someone cancelled the stall

to enforce what they thought fair.

Cheered on to pass more judgment

on the private lives of some

and how their spare time is spent.

With tolerance, they are done.

Down with raw milk advocates

and all those who like to smoke pot!

Same sex marriage candidates?

We'll let you get married now... not!

Some like the ticky tacky

boxes on the hillside where they

avoid naughty and wacky,

hiding their bold selves away.

I still find myself longing

for that true sense of freedom;

that real sense of belonging;

a place where we all have fun.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.


This rhyme is being shared in the Poetry Pantry.
Thanks pantry people for visiting me!

Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Politics, Raw Milk, Humor, Rhyme, Poetry

The Mustached Horse

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I never thought I would see

a mustache on a horsey.

Tom Selek meets Mister Ed

is something I would have said

did not exist in this world,

especially colored and curled,

but in Britain lives Alfie

and a mustached horse is he.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.

Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Horse, Mustache, Humor, Britain, Poetry

Train Track Therapy

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A gal who was lacking in wit

Laid on the train tracks for a bit.

One more jolt was her goal,

Demonstration, her role.

To her friends she just looked like a twit.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.


This is my entry for MadKane's Witless Limerick Off.
I appreciate your comments and hope you won't scoff.

Technorati Tags: Therapy, Indonesia, Blogging, Humor, Poetry

Cracking Cascarones

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Once a year in Santa Barbara the streets get covered in confetti.

I doubt the clean up crew ever really feels they're ready

for the onslaught of Fiesta and it's trail of debris -

the millions of paper remnants it inevitably leaves.

If one in four of the thousands of annual visitors

buys four cascarones from the ladies on the perimeters,

that would mean at least ten thousand glittery eggs

leaving a pile of confetti down under your legs!

As the paper piles began to form not too far away,

I wondered what the cascarone was meant to say?

Though I find some joy smacking my friends on the head,

this act must mean more to someone who is long dead.

Sure enough, the tradition dates super far back,

although an exact date my resources did lack.

Perfumed powder was the very first cascarone filler,

but breaking the egg has always been the thriller.

I didn't expect to learn that they came from the Chinese.

Marco Polo carried them to Europe across land and seas.

Maximilian's wife Carlotta brought them over to Mexico
and there the people created the confetti version that we know.

They say cascarones commonly celebrate the end of lent.
 They are used to invite ladies to dance with a gent.
After forty days with no meat nor freedom to boogie
it breaks over your head, then you get down and groovy.

This year when I venture to get my taco and churro,
I think I'll look differently at that confetti down below.
Though we may not be using them for the religious purpose,
It is the time of year we party to let go of all that irks us.

Like many before us, we crack the cascarone as our sign
that it's time to party down in whatever way which you pine.
And, if you're not a fan of Fiesta's tasty Mexican food,
crack cascarones over dim sum.  They invented them, dude.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.


Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Blogging, Fiesta, Humor, Mexico, Poetry