Umbrella’s lighter offshoot

Michael Cantor
M.A. Griffiths
Jan D. Hodge
Rose Kelleher
Janet Kenny
Ralph La Rosa
Robert Schechter
Marion Shore
Julie Stoner

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Tailgaters Picnic

by various authors

There was a roaring in the wind all night;
but we’d enjoyed that chili, every bite.

When I have fears that I may cease to be
I add a tot of brandy to my tea.

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
requires a substance that’s been banned.

I struck the board and cried, “No more;
I’ve et yer possum stew before!”

If I should die, think only this of me:
I meant to poison your green tea.

Little lamb, who made thee?
Seasoned and sauteed thee?

Mary had a little lamb
marinated in mint jam.

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie,
for Fluffy thou’lt make a tasty feastie.

Do not go gentle into that good night
without a case or two of Miller Lite.

Cast a cold eye on life, on death,
And try a Tic Tac for your breath.

Build me more stately mansions, O my soul!
Then bring me Jello pudding in a bowl.

A slumber did my spirit seal;
laudanum was on special deal.

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
who got her calcium from ice cream cones.

Let us go then, you and I,
for some corned beef, lean, on seeded rye.

Glory be to God for dappled things—
potato chips and Buffalo wings.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes—
The Heartburn questions, Why? So one takes Tums.