The Monkey Barrel

Archive for August, 2006

Weak Up daddee
Weak Up DADDEE!!!
Ccaass, baa, montee,
Bubba, muck, Bannanana
Macanoni, poopee, pooper
Shinky, Pffff, nonononononono
Huneee, huneeee, huneeeeee
Bewee, Goggy, puppee
Dohn, Daoooohnn, DOHN

Translation
Wake up Daddy
Cars, ball, monkey
Bubba, milk, banana
Macaroni, poopy, pooper
Stinky, Pfff=(gun noise)
No no no no no no no ( you get the idea)
Honey, Honeeeeyyy, HOneeyyyyy
Belly, Doggy, Puppy
John, Joooohhhnnnn, JOHN!

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

I read this poem this morning and this afternoon the news came that Alice Garmon had quietly slipped into heaven last night. My grandmother’s dear friend and a second gramma to the five of us grandkids. She was the kind of bold, brassy, broad that gave life to living. Her laugh was quick and she tucked smiles in all the lines of her face. Her spirit imprinted upon my heart when I was a girl. The kind of footprint that oceans of time cannot sweep away. Dear Aunt Alice gone. Nothing gold can stay, but the goodbyes never get easier.

This is my first attempt at a gallery in textpattern. Here are some backgrounds that I like.

In the car…

Fred:

Love gafur tooda..

Lev gee for tude a…

Lovege fortudea …

Love gee fortude a? …

Lovege’for too da? …

LOVE GAA FOR TUDA!

LIVIG FOR-TUDA!!!

Emily:

IT’S “LIVING FOR TODAY” YOU BONEHEAD!

Fred:

Oh.