Don't Eat the Green Ones ©
I'll tell you, speaking from experience
Life is like a bag of potato chips
Some are perfect and round
And they crunch just right
While others are green
All hard and nasty
They just don't taste the same
If you pick around them
And be careful what you eat
That bag of potato chips
Really is all it's cracked up to be
Those green ones may make you sick
(That's a myth, I think)
If you listen to my advice
And keep it close at heart
You'll find if you pick and choose your chips
(And don't eat them in the dark)
Picking around those green ones
Won't be so hard
And the extra work will pay off in the long run
So be careful when eating potato chips
And don't eat the green ones
Note: My great Aunt Gleasie, before she died while in her 90's, gave me this poem she wrote on the day I was born, December 10, 1944.
Fifteen Days Before Christmas"Twas fifteen days before Christmas on a Sabbath morn,
In the Norfolk General Hospital, a baby was born.
There were other babies too--ones I've never seen
But this one in particular is little Bonnie Jean.
She was tucked in her basket with the greatest of care
Without the slightest idea that Daddy was near.
He was--and Granddaddy too--
Awaiting news of a baby in blue.
Thirty hours he waited in great suspense,
Till the doctors thought he'd have no sense.
So he bit his nails and paced the floor,
When suddenly a nurse appeared in the door.
Said she, "Mr. Schupp, your wife presents you with a fine baby girl."
But she realized his head was still in a whirl
When he still imagined she had said a boy,
because like a sailor, he simply shouted, "Ship ahoy!"
Now that all is over, and Mother and baby are doing well,
Daddy feels much better too, as everyone could tell.
He is not disappointed, and confidentially I think,
He is perfectly satisfied with a little girl in pink.