Making Dinner
I've seen it all before
French fries black and burning
And meat loaf on the floor
Daddy's making dinner
The sugar bowl just broke
Fido ate the gravy
The house has filled with smoke
Daddy's making dinner
But I'm not one to moan
Soon he will surrender
And go pick up the phone
Daddy made the dinner
Today's my lucky day
Dinner's in the trash can
And pizza's on the way!
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Naat
نعت شمس تبریزی یارسول اللہ! حبیب خالق یکتا توئی برگزیدہ ذوالجلال پاک و بے ہمتا توئی نازنین حضرت حق صدر کائنات نور چشم ابنیا چشم و چراغ ما توئی در شب معراج بودت جبرئیل اندر رکاب پانهاده برسرپر گنبد خضری توئی یارسول اللہ! تو دانی امتانت عاجز اند عاجزاں را پیشوا و رہنمائ ما توئی شمس تبریزی چه داند نعت گوئی ہاۓ تو و سید اعلی توئی ۳۱۳
By Mohd Fahimabout a year ago in Poets
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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