BYC's Random Funny Posting Thread! Hosts Mike & Sally

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[Sally PB]

I have to post this poem by my grandpa.

Percolator Perking in the Morn, by Robert Clark

When the clock profanes the morning
With a blinding, splitting clang,
And you waken to a consciousness of woe;
Then you punctuate the darkness
With a "Piffle! Darn! Dang!"
And words you really hadn't ought to know.

And your wife out in the kitchen
Says she must have been insane
To think that she could live with you for years!
As you dash the aqua pura
On your palpitating brain,
There comes a sound like music to your ears.

It's the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Of the tiny little sprinkle
That emerges from the percolator top.
With a perky, perky, perky,
Kind of cute and kind of jerky
Little wiggle, little jiggle, little hop.

And when you set you down
To a cup of coffee brown,
You feel as though your soul had been reborn.
And there's not another sound
Anywhere around
Like the percolator perking in the morn.


Love you, Banjo Grampa. RIP. You live on in words, pictures, memories.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

I have to post this poem by my grandpa.

Percolator Perking in the Morn, by Robert Clark

When the clock profanes the morning
With a blinding, splitting clang,
And you waken to a consciousness of woe;
Then you punctuate the darkness
With a "Piffle! Darn! Dang!"
And words you really hadn't ought to know.

And your wife out in the kitchen
Says she must have been insane
To think that she could live with you for years!
As you dash the aqua pura
On your palpitating brain,
There comes a sound like music to your ears.

It's the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Of the tiny little sprinkle
That emerges from the percolator top.
With a perky, perky, perky,
Kind of cute and kind of jerky
Little wiggle, little jiggle, little hop.

And when you set you down
To a cup of coffee brown,
You feel as though your soul had been reborn.
And there's not another sound
Anywhere around
Like the percolator perking in the morn.


Love you, Banjo Grampa. RIP. You live on in words, pictures, memories.

Thank you, Sally, that is so cute! Thanks for sharing!

 

[ValerieJ]

I have to post this poem by my grandpa.

Percolator Perking in the Morn, by Robert Clark

When the clock profanes the morning
With a blinding, splitting clang,
And you waken to a consciousness of woe;
Then you punctuate the darkness
With a "Piffle! Darn! Dang!"
And words you really hadn't ought to know.

And your wife out in the kitchen
Says she must have been insane
To think that she could live with you for years!
As you dash the aqua pura
On your palpitating brain,
There comes a sound like music to your ears.

It's the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Of the tiny little sprinkle
That emerges from the percolator top.
With a perky, perky, perky,
Kind of cute and kind of jerky
Little wiggle, little jiggle, little hop.

And when you set you down
To a cup of coffee brown,
You feel as though your soul had been reborn.
And there's not another sound
Anywhere around
Like the percolator perking in the morn.


Love you, Banjo Grampa. RIP. You live on in words, pictures, memories.

That is so cute!!!