Archive for Parlour

Sweet AND Tart – Try a Cherry-Lame-Ade

Posted in The Parlour with tags , , on January 8, 2013 by auntnancyswebb

Spiders are very particular about where they build their webs. Fruit trees are a favorite what with all of the little bugs and bees buzzing around. So tasty.

You are heard and appreciated LC.

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I’m NOT Racist!

Posted in The Parlour with tags , , , , , , on December 3, 2012 by auntnancyswebb

“It isn’t about color,” said the Spider to the Fly.

We’ve seen your Frank, we’ve seen your thugs, we’ve seen the babies cry.

We’ve seen the way you go to church when voters are near by.

It isn’t about color,” said the Spider to the Fly.

 

“It isn’t about fairness,” said the Spider to the Flea.

“The right to work, the right to speak, for all men to be free.

If I dream big, if I work hard, you shan’t take mine from me!

It isn’t about fairness,” said the Spider to the Flea.

 

“It isn’t about carbon,” said the Spider to the Pest.

“I watch you waste and yet condemn the habits of the rest

All the while you’re adding green-gold feathers to your nest.

It isn’t about carbon,” said the Spider to the Pest.

 

“It isn’t about birth control,” said the Spider to the Skeeter.

“You say you want free condoms so sex would be much sweeter?

But do I owe? Why must I pay to cover up your peter?

It isn’t about birth control,” said the Spider to the Skeeter.

 

“It isn’t about fatty foods,” said the Spider to the Roach.

“Whose business if I slurp and dine while lying on my coach?

You give me crusts of bread while you dine upon French toast.

It isn’t about fatty foods,” said the Spider to the Roach.

 

“It isn’t about health care,” said the Spider to the Beetle.

“You say you only do it for the good of all the people?

But do they want, can they afford, the limits on their freedom?

It isn’t about health care,” said the Spider to the Beetle.

 

“It isn’t about tolerance,” said the Spider to the Gnat.

“You talk of certain people like they’re feathers in your hat

Only to stop and look away when they’re pushed down to the mat.

It isn’t about tolerance,” said the Spider to the Gnat.

 

“It isn’t about humor,” said the Spider to the Frog.

“You wallow in the vile words that smell of rotted log.

But did you know? Did you forget the Fly did eat a dog?

It isn’t about humor,” said the Spider to the Frog.

 

“It isn’t about color,” said the Spider to the Fly.

“I’ve watched you desecrate the Plan and watched you bald-faced lie.

I’ve watched you playing with your balls while truly good men die.

It isn’t about color,” said the Spider to the Fly.

The Naughty & Nice List

Posted in The Parlour with tags , , , on December 3, 2012 by auntnancyswebb

Santa Fly is comin’ to town. Those nice bugs who hang with the Fly are gonna get some of that sweet guv-mint jelly. The rest are facing the Scorpion Queen’s stinger.

http://theulstermanreport.com/2012/11/30/obama-confirms-jarretts-promised-pre-election-revenge-plans/

There are so many creatures buzzing the Parlour it will be difficult to keep track. But the Spider is waiting…and watching.

Including the lame little lunch for losers in the People’s Parlour. The Fly cannot help himself as his hand drifts to his pocket.

The Gathering Plague

Posted in Tangled Webs, The Parlour with tags , , , , , , , on November 8, 2012 by auntnancyswebb

A plan was laid this summer – silly game, fun game.

TheĀ  friends chose their pieces and their plots.

Then the fire burned and the friends fumed — the Fly! He must be stopped!

The election neared and the plan remained a plan – silly game, fun game.

Now the Fly is in the Parlour and the best tramped in the floor.

The Spider echoes Raven and cries “Never more!”

The plan is hatched – hard game, serious game.

The Rat and Roach are Spider’s friends and Mouse is hanging by

To rid the People’s Parlour of that wicked, wicked Fly.

My Parlour

Posted in The Parlour with tags , on November 8, 2012 by auntnancyswebb

I look and listen all the day. I watch them come and go. They’ll always find me underfoot — I wonder if they know?
Do I play near stallion’s feet? Or dance among the stars? Or do I stand at edge of time and balance on the bars?
Come into my parlour, friend, ’cause it’s your parlour, too. We wait and watch together — the Spider and my crew.