Words: Sabbath, saber, sable, sabotage

I'm too scared to wear real fur,
Don't you know.
Afraid it'd cause a big stur, a big show.
Whether sable or mink, here's what I think,
I'd rather not dodge,
An animal rights activists' sabotage,
If one reacts to restraint that's lax.

Don't care to have my torso a target,
Where some mad hatter stabs,
His saber to park it.
Want to travel in peace,
To community functions,
And enjoy church services,
Or Sabbath night luncheons.

Words: Sabbath, saber, sable, sabotage

A sneaky dark brown sable
slinked under our garden table.

Hid under the folds of the Rabi’s robe,
who on Sabbath, visited our adobe.

Suddenly he screamed, startling us out of our skins!
In panic, we asked forgiveness of all our sins.

You can imagine the terror in our eyes,
When out of his saber collar a sable did rise!
The rabi and sable stared in disbelief.
The rabi fainted, while crying, “Good grief”!

We thought sabotage was in the making,
Thought our world he was forsaking!
But with a splash of cold water on his face,
The sable ran away, and the Rabi said grace.

These are really great you guys.

About my anthology entry poem Edelweiss, you asked if maybe this section we are doing was of help in writing my child abuse poem. Maybe! I have always been able to rhymn easily and fast however, very fast. I wrote that poem about child abuse in about 20 minutes.

Chatty,
And a great child abuse poem it was!

Edelweiss3,
I loved your poem about the Rabi and the sable! Cool!

Okay it looks like I have to pick the T's too...

tab, tabernacle, table, tablespoon

I would be honored to one day sit at the table
in the tabernacle of our blessed Lord.

As I flip open my bible by its tab,
I listen to the preacher with his gift of gab.

What I know about most religion would fill a tablespoon
a little of this, a bit of that, and the cow jumped over the moon...

Chatty,
That is cool. Your dictionary has a softer selection than mine does, that's why I leave this "picking" task to you, dear lady!

Words: tab, tabernacle, table, tablespoon

My best friend and I attended,
A big, ole tabernacle, near here.
Most referred to that church as, The Tab,
Wherever you went, that's what you'd hear.

At first, we felt as welcome,
As a breath of fresh air, in hot season,
Folks laughed 'n sang, and treated us sweetly,
Without any cause or reason.

Clergy served parishioners,
The Lord's Supper, at least once a month,
Elements, they placed on a thin table,
In the sanctuary, up along the front.

"One People, one call, to heal the broken,"
Plaques on the wall, doth read.
That was "The Tab's" mission,
That was their slogan, indeed.

But troubles overtook my dear, dear friend,
And they weren't the tablespoon size,
Now I ask myself where "The Tab" folks are,
Who sat in the pews by our side.

Jsbber that was deep. Very well written.

Words: tab, tabernacle, table, tablespoon


As usual Hubby picked up the tab,
This time it wasn’t so bad.
Considering our table was at the window,
With a view over the lake and meadow.
The place was a pretty cool pad.

The only thing that was bad,
Was our waiter, who looked so sad.
He shuffled with his shoes,
While humming the blues
He was a young 25 year old kind of lad.

Finally, we asked him what was wrong,
Interrupting his sad humming song.
He stuck a tablespoon behind his ear,
wiped away a rolling tear,
As we heard the church bells ring loud and long.

He said his woman lay in that church,
Hi up on a rose bedded perch.
Right near the tabernacle alter,
The waiter sobbed, and began to falter.

We asked him why he’s not there,
To be with his woman in prayer.
He said he needed the work,
His boss was a jerk
And he had 5 kids to feed and care.

Hubby took his wallet from his pocket,
And I took off my golden locket,
We handed all we had,
To the sad crying lad,
Said, - we want that boss’s head and knock it.

When suddenly through the door,
A girl crossed the floor.
Kissed our waiter on the mouth,
I think they headed south.
Jeesh, glad he didn’t give us an encore!

WOW!!!!! you guys are awesome. Ready for the U words?

ubiquitous, udder, ugly, ukulele


He seemed to be hither and yawn, all around, up and down,
this man was definitely ubiquitous, and with what
we could see, we never wanted him too close to us.

He wore a strange hat that looked like a cows udder,
what it really might be, just the thought made us shudder.

Eveyone in the circus called him Sir Pudgley,
seeing him, one had to admit he was scary and ugly.

And yet he could bring a tear to your eye,
or have you clapping and dancing with glee,
when he'd sing lovely songs while playing the ukelele.

Only then could one know the beauty of his soul,
the circus freak referred to as "the Human Troll."

Neat-oooo, Chatty!

Words: ubiquitous, udder, ugly, ukulele

The spirit of those gone on before,
Enter my mind, more and more.
Dad is most frequently present, it seems,
It absorbs all that surrounds me,
Like some ubiquitous beam.

I see his smile, I hear his voice,
He's there in the barn,
Hand milking an udder, on a cow named Joyce.
Other times he's playin' a ukulele,
The one he got from younger cousin Haley.

Loved ones' spirits are precious for sure,
Nothin' ugly comes from memories,
Of kin you adore!

Chatty, I’m so glad you are picking the words for us.
boy, your're fast,...can hardly keep up with you two.

I had to look up ubiquitous. Hope I can remember all these new words. this is such a learning experience.

It’s an ubiquitous trend
To think the world is going to end.

But before you udder (Utter..said with a stuffed nose...lol) another word
Let me tell you that’s simply absurd.

It’s an ugly assumption
Bad topic at a luncheon

I rather play on my ukulele
forget dooms-vill, and laugh daily.