Wash behind your ears
Clean between your toes

Don’t chew your fingernails
Don’t pick your nose

Don’t cross your eyes
Your face will surely freeze

Remember, cover your mouth
Whenever you must sneeze

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Trifecta’s weekend challenge asked for some advice. I haven’t read anyone else’s advice, but I wouldn’t be TOO surprised if someone doesn’t say something along this line. Edited to add another couplet to rhyme “freeze”. It is said that a poem is never finished, just abandoned.

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Not part of the original 33, but added because I don’t want to miss an opportunity to do so – esp. after the full month I have had with training and Alaska Governor Sean Parnell’s 4th annual Choose Respect event, I give you the following advice I would offer a son, if I had one – and what I say to my grandsons.
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My Son

If you ask for the cherry
from her sundae and
she says No
honor that No
Someday she may offer it
Treat the offer with respect
Always respect
Always love
Always, my son
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once again proving I have eclectic tastes . . . following up on my Easter haiku, here is a piece for Lance’s 100 Word song. The song of the week is Dead Sara’s Sorry for It All.

Cold wind cut through my jacket. Standing on a street corner at 5 below isn’t pleasant, especially not dressed as I was. Alfonzo picked out tonight’s outfit: pink mini with yellow tights, white go-go boots, topped by fuchsia jean jacket and black bustier. He chose the blonde wig, too. Says the johns like long curls.

“Damn, Stacey, it’s coldern’ a witches teat out here tonight. Ain’t ‘lonzo got any sense ‘tall?” Margot ground out a cigarette, shivered and walked to a waiting car.

“I don’t care what this guy offers, Stace. If he’s got a workin’ heater I’m getting’ in.”

Christ my Lord arose
breaking the chains holding me
captive to my sin

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for Haiku Friday with Lou
Have a blessed Easter, my friends.

Mama, we’s bein’ good. We ain’t misbehavin’ at all.

She smiled at her trio of flour-faced, chocolate-covered miscreants and began to mop up.

Triplets! Sue had been blessed with three after having lost so many. They were a joy, but some days she was just so tired for the caring of them.

Her own mama visited her often. She would take Sue gently in her arms and whisper, “but for God’s great love you would not have these three. Rejoice in your tiredness and keep on giving them love.”

“Looks like cookies,” Sue laughed. “Let’s bake a batch for Daddy.”

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This is for VV’s challenge MISBEHAVIN’. I did not have any multiple births, but have always had a group of kidlets around me. I have felt Sue’s tiredness. My hat is off to families with multiples. Let’s make cookies!

nettsu / Food Photos / CC BY-NC-ND

Pops, can I borrow $10?

Sweetie, we need milk.

Honey, the washer broke and we need tires.

Susie needs braces and Will needs running shoes.

Do these people think I’m made of money?
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above pic from stock images.

Trifextra’s challenge is to write 33 words utilizing an idiom somewhere in those words. I chose Made of Money.