Seuss on Clinton – extended remix

If Dr. Seuss were President Clinton’s lawyer, his deposition might have read something like this.

I did not do it in a car
I did not do it in a bar
I did not do it in the dark
I did not do it in the park

I did not do it on a date
I did not ever fornicate
I did not do it at a dance
I did not do it in her pants

I did not get beyond first base
I did not do it in her face
I never did it in a bed
If you think that, you’ve been misled

I did not do it with a groan
I did not do it on the phone
I did not cause her dress to stain
While talking to Saddam Hussein

I did not do it with a whip
I did not fondle Linda Tripp
I never acted really silly
With volunteers like Kathleen Willey

There was one time, with Margaret Thatcher
I chased her ’round, but could not catch her
No kinky stuff, not on your life
I would not, could not, with my wife

Now, that Miss Flowers’ tale of woes
Was paid for by my right-wing foes
And Paula Jones, and those State Troopers
Are just a bunch of party poopers

I did not ask my friends to lie
And then just hang them out to dry
I did not do it last November
And if I did, I don’t remember

I did not do it in the hall
I could have, but I don’t recall
There was no sex at Arlington
There was no sex on Air Force One

I might have copped a little feel
And then endeavored to conceal
But never did these things so lewd
At least not ever in the nude

These things to which I have confessed
They do not count if we stayed dressed
I never used that big cigar
You must believe me, Mr. Starr

I did not know this little sin
Would be retold on CNN
I broke some rules my Mama taught me
I tried to hide, but now you’ve caught me

But I implore, I do beseech
Do not condemn, do not impeach
I might have got a little tail
But never, ever did inhale

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Phenomenal Woman

In the poem below, on the line after “the stride of my steps” there should not be any asterisks. But for some reason my content management system blows up whenever I try to take them out.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a model’s fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies.
I say
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
t*h*e*c*u*r*l*o*f*m*y*l*i*p*s
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It’s in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

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Down South Valentine

author unknown

Kudzu is green,
my dog’s name is Blue
And I’m so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
A-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue’s
And without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
Which excite me in May.
You ain’t got no scales
But I luv you anyway.

You’re as graceful as okry
Jist a-dancin’ in the pan.
Yo’re as fragrant as SunDrop
Right out of the can.

You have all yore teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we’re in a croud.

On special occasions,
When you shave yore armpits,
Well, I’m in hawg heaven,
I’m plumb outta wits.

And speakin’ of wits,
You’ve got plenty fer shore.
‘Cuz you married me
Back in ’74.

Still them fellers at work
They all want to know,
What I did to deserve
Such a purty, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
Yo’re there fer yore man,
To patch up life’s troubles
And stick ’em in the can.

Yo’re as strong as a four-wheeler
Racin’ through the mud,
Yet fragile as that sanger
Named Naomi Judd.

Yo’re as cute as a junebug
A-buzzin’ overhead.
You ain’t mean like no far ant
Upon which I oft’ tread.

Cut from the best pattern
Like a flannel shirt of plaid,
You sparked up my life
Like a Rattletrap shad.

When you hold me real tight
Like a padded gunrack,
My life is complete;
Ain’t nuttin’ I lack.

Yore complexion, it’s perfection,
Like the best vinyl sidin’.
Despite all the years,
Yore age, it keeps hidin’.

And when you get old
Like a ’67 Chevy,
Won’t put you on blocks
And let grass grow up heavy.

Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon Pie
With a RC cold drank,
We go together
Like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
For Valentine’s Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
It’s romantic that way.

Some men git roses
On that special day
From the cooler at Kroger.
"That’s impressive," I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds
From a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
They explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,
These will not do.
For you are too special,
You sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,
Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds
it’s a new trollin’ motor.

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Clone of My Own (Song Parody)

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The first verse and chorus are by science fiction writer Randall Garrett. The other verses are by Isaac Asimov.

This parody is to be sung to the tune of Home on the Range.

Oh, give me a clone
Of my own flesh and bone
With its Y-chromosome changed to X
And when it is grown
Then my own little clone
Will be of the opposite sex.

(Chorus)
Clone, clone of my own,
With your Y-Chromosome changed to X
And when I’m alone
With my own little clone
We will both think of nothing but sex.

Oh, give me a clone
In my sorrowful moan
A clone that is wholly my own.
And if she’s an X
Of the feminine sex
Oh, what fun we will have when we’re prone.

My heart’s not of stone,
As I’ve frequently shown
When alone with my own little X
And after we’ve dined
I am sure we will find
Better incest than Oedipus Rex.

Why should such sex vex
Or disturb or perplex
Or induce a disparaging tone.
After all, don’t you see
Since we’re both of us me
When we’re having sex, I’m alone.

And after I’m done
She will still have her fun
For I’ll clone myself twice ere I die.
And this time without fail,
They’ll be both of them male
And they’ll ravage her by and by.

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Books I Read in 1997 (92 titles)

More or less; I started keeping track diligently in the summer; so there are a few titles missing.

Fiction

April Lady
Author: Georgette Heyer

As the Crow Flies
Author: Jeffery Archer

Behind the Mask
Author: Kim Larabee

The Book of Ruth
Author: Jane Hamilton

Cassandra
Author: Christa Wolffs

Belgariad Series – Castle of Wizardry
Author: David Eddings

Belgariad Series – Enchanter’s End Game
Author: David Eddings

Belgariad Series – Magician’s Gambit
Author: David Eddings

Belgariad Series – Pawn of Prophecy
Author: David Eddings

Belgariad Series – Queen of Sorcery
Author: David Eddings

A Civil Contract
Author: Georgette Heyer

The Corinthian
Author: Georgette Heyer

Cotillion
Author: Georgette Heyer

The Dreyfus Affair
Author: Peter LefCourt

Ellen Foster
Author: Kay Gibbons

The Chronicles of Narnia – The Magician’s Nephew (Book 1)
Author: C. S. Lewis

The Chronicles of Narnia – The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (Book 2)
Author: C. S. Lewis

The Chronicles of Narnia – The Silver Chair
Author: C. S. Lewis

The Chronicles of Narnia – Prince Caspian
Author: C. S. Lewis

The Chronicles of Narnia – Voyage of the Dawn Treader (Book 5)
Author: C. S. Lewis

The Chronicles of Narnia – The Horse and His Boy (Book 6)
Author: C. S. Lewis

The Chronicles of Narnia – The Last Battle (Book 7)
Author: C. S. Lewis

Faro’s Daughter
Author: Georgette Heyer

Earthsea Trilogy – The Farthest Shore
Author: Ursula K. Le Guin

Earthsea Trilogy – Tombs of Atuan
Author: Ursula K. Le Guin

Earthsea Trilogy – A Wizard of Earth Sea
Author: Ursula K. Le Guin

Earthsea Trilogy – Tehanu
Author: Ursula K. Le Guin

Foucault’s Pendulum
Author: Umberto Eco

Friday’s Child
Author: Georgette Heyer

The Grand Sophy
Author: Georgette Heyer

The Island of the Day Before
Author: Umberto Eco

Ladylord
Author: Sasha Miller

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy – The Fellowship of the Ring
Author: J. R. R. Tolkien

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy – The Two Towers
Author: J. R. R. Tolkien

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy – The Return of the King
Author: J. R. R. Tolkien

Lord of the Dead
Author: Tom Holland

The Modigliani Scandal
Author: Ken Follett

The Moor’s Last Sigh
Author: Salman Rushdie

The Name of the Rose
Author: Umberto Eco

Never Say Never
Author: Linda Hill

The Nonesuch
Author: Georgette Heyer

Pembroke Park
Author: Michelle Martin

Persuasion
Author: Jane Austen

Primary Colors
Author: Anonymous

The Rapture of Canaan
Author: Sheri Reynolds

Sophie’s World
Author: Jostein Gaardner

Speaking Dreams
Author: Severna Parks

Sylvester, or the Wicked Uncle
Author: Georgette Heyer

These Old Shades
Author: Georgette Heyer

A Virtuous Woman
Author: Kay Gibbons

Oathbound – Vows and Honor Series
Author: Mercedes Lackey

Oathbreakers – Vows and Honor Series
Author: Mercedes Lackey

Warrior Woman
Author: Marion Zimmer Bradley

Xena: Warrior Princess – The Empty Throne
Author: Ru Emerson

Xena: Warrior Princess – The Huntress and the Sphinx
Author: Ru Emerson

Xena: Warrior Princess – The Thief of Hermes
Author: Ru Emerson

Xena: Warrior Princess – Prophecy of Darkness
Author: Stella Howard, S. D. Perry

Non-Fiction

The Age of Chivalry
Author: National Geographic Society

Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl
Author: Anne Frank

The Art of Fiction
Author: John Gardner

The Book of Crests
Author: Mike MacLaren

Castles
Author: Eyewitness Books

Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating
Author: Judith Kuriansky

Complete Idiot’s Guide to Wine
Author:

A Dictionary of Heraldry
Author: Stephen Friar

Erotic Poems
Editor: Peter Washington

Eve’s Revenge: Sinners and Saints and Stand-Up Sisters on the Ultimate Extinction of Men
Author: Tama Starr

Everyday Life of Medieval Travelers
Author: Marjorie Rowlings

Half-Truths and One-and-a-Half Truths: Selected Aphorisms
Author: Karl Krauss

Heroines
Author: Norma Jean Goodrich

A History of Erotic Literature
Author: Patrick J. Kearney

I Know You Really Love Me
Author: Dr. Doreen Orion

How to Travel with an Salmon and Other Essays
Author: Umberto Eco

Illustrator Type Magic
Author: Greg Simsic

Journal of a Solitude
Author: May Sarton

Knights
Author: Eyewitness Books

Love and Friendship
Author: Allan Bloom

Mythology
Author: Edith Hamilton

Photoshop 4.0 Classroom in a Book
Author: Adobe Press

Photoshop Type Magic
Author: Greg Simsic

Photoshop Web Magic
Author: Michael Ninness

The Poetry of Byron, Keats and Shelley
Author:

The Regency Rakes
Author: E. Beresford Chancellor

The Age of Scandal: An Excursion Through a Minor Period
Author: T. H. White

Sexuality in Western Art
Author: Edward Lucie Smith

The Tao of Pooh
Author: Benjamin Hoff

The Te of Piglet
Author: Benjamin Hoff

Teach Yourself Photoshop in 14 Days
Author: T. Michael Clark

Walden Pond
Author: H. D. Thoreau

Warriors of Medieval Times
Author: John Matthews and Bob Stewart

Wicked German for the Traveler
Author: Harold Tomb

Xenophobe’s Guide to Americans
Author: Stephanie Faul

Xenophobe’s Guide to Germans
Author: Stephan Ziedenitz, Ben Barkow

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The Prophet "on Marriage"

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Khalil Gibran
From the Book: The Prophet

Then Almitra spoke again and said…
"And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:

You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together
when the white wings of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together
even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea
between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other’s shadow.

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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

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Christopher Marlowe – 1599
From the Book: The Complete Poems and Translations

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds’s swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

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IF

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Rudyard Kipling
From the Book: Rudyard Kipling: Everyman’s Poetry Library

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting;
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating;
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

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In Excelsis

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Amy Lowell
From the Book: Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell

You — you —
Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver;
Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies;
Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air.

The movement of your hands is the long, golden running of light from a rising sun;
It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.

As the perfume of jonquils, you come forth in the morning.
Young horses are not more sudden than your thoughts,
Your words are bees about a pear-tree,
Your fancies are the gold-and-black striped wasps buzzing among red apples.
I drink your lips,
I eat the whiteness of your hands and feet.
My mouth is open,
As a new jar I am empty and open.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water thronged with lilies.

You are frozen as the clouds,
You are far and sweet as the high clouds.
I dare to reach to you,
I dare to touch the rim of your brightness.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as is a sword
Sharpened on a hone of ivory.
My throat sings the joy of my eyes,
The rushing gladness of my love.

How has the rainbow fallen upon my heart?
How have I snared the seas to lie in my fingers
And caught the sky to be a cover for my head? How have you come to dwell with me,
Compassing me with the four circles of your mystic lightness,
So that I say "Glory! Glory!" and bow before you
As to a shrine?

Do I tease myself that morning is morning and a day after?
Do I think the air is a condescension,
The earth a politeness,
Heaven a boon deserving thanks?
So you — air — earth — heaven —
I do not thank you,
I take you,
I live.
And those things which I say in consequence
Are rubies mortised in a gate of stone.

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Goodbye Earl

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Chicks, From the CD: Fly

Fly by Chicks
Fly by Chicks

Mary Ann and Wanda were the best of friends
all through their high school days
both members ofthe 4-H Club, both active in the FFA.
After graduation Mary Ann went out,
looking for a bright new world.
Wanda looked all around this town
and all she found was Earl.

Well, it wasn’t two weeks after she got married
that Wanda started gettin’ abused.
She put on dark glasses, and long-sleeved blouses
and make-up to cover the bruises.
She finally got the nerve to file for divorce;
she let the law take it from there.
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
and put her in intensive care.

Right away Mary Ann flew in from Atlanta
on a red-eye midnight flight.
She held Wanda’s hand, and they worked out a plan,
and it didn’t take them long to decide that
Earl had to Die.

Goodbye, Earl.
Those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl.
You feelin’ weak? Why don’t you laid down and sleep, Earl.
Ain’t it dark, wrapped up in that tarp, Earl?

Well, the cops came by to bring Earl in;
They searched the house high and low.
Then they tipped their hats and said
"Thank you, ladies, if you hear from him let us know."
Well the weeks went by, and spring turned to summer
and summer faded into fall.
And it turns out he was a missing person
Who nobody missed at all.

The girls bought some land and a road-side stand
down on highway 109.
They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
and they don’t lose any sleep at night,
’cause Earl had to die.

Goodbye, Earl.
We need a break; let’s go out to the lake, Earl.
We’ll pack a lunch, and stuff you in the trunk, Earl.
Well, is that alright? Good, let’s go for a ride, Earl.

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